Poem : Evening's Vibes

• LazerLordz

  2 Jul 04, 21:15

  Evening Vibes
  
  Either we stop to see,
  the world shalt spin
  us by
  like the sweat-stained
  spinning gasing
  held in the palm of a boy,
  eyes laced with want
  but staring at the crane
  with his gaping mouth.
  
  Neither he saw
  nor
  heard the rumbling
  of diesel giants, bent
  on inexorable pounding
  at the heartbeat of
  his wooden soul.
  The soft pillowy attap
  laid on by the
  rusty greatness
  of his descendants.
  
  A single leaf
  flutters,
  spiralling down the
  gutter between two blocks.
  The wired man and his vasectomy.
  The grey surgery
  the winding, slow
  drip of wet cement,
  encasing me in a cast
  of silence.
  Raindrops my only
  native guide back to the
  Eden which i was
  forged.
  
  My eyes swivel drearily,
  their pupils dilate in the
  gilded sunlight, with its
  gunmetal cloud-sisters.
  They fear not from sadness
  but from rancid erosion
  of the wonders of
  nameless deities fathered
  by Ozymandias.
  
• DeadPoet

  3 Jul 04, 00:35

  I love the flow of this spiritual poem.
  
  This is really a tough one though. Have to read a few times, but yet unable to pinpoint the exact meaning.
  
  Do you think you can enlighten me?
  
  Thanks.
• DeadPoet

  3 Jul 04, 01:20

  By the way, can you reply my pm?
  
  Thanks.