Childthoughts

17 07 2008

WHAT CHILDREN DREAM

 

Last night I dreamed of an old

schoolroom. A wasteland,

and students edged into view

laughing and not laughing;

And one holds a bag

full of lily white powder.

A fight – a lunge – a yell.

I know what will happen.

The bag tears the room quiets.

I walk through and

I breathe it in.

And I know what it is.

 

I like it and I do not like it.

My mind clears. It is blue and

white, like orgasm and nirvana;

and it lies to me.

What is this feeling?

Even in my dream,

I question knowing this,

but I know what must happen

so that I can know this.

 

 

THOSE PEOPLE, 1.

 

People die everyday. They wither in their lowly graves as people whistle to music above them.

They like it and they like it.

 

 

THOSE PEOPLE, 2.

 

The dead care more for special interests:

Like being proud, burnt cloth and celebrating tyranny.

That is what wisdom death happened to afford them.

 

Me, I live, unwise and trampling atop these honorable graves. For I have yet to appreciate what pleasure there is in pain,

What freedom lives in the surrender of liberty.

The young in me vows never to learn.

The old know better.

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One response

25 10 2008
its me again! (Becca)

i like those people 1 and 2. i suppose as we trample atops the graves of those decease we all have these similar thoughts in the back of our mind without truly knowing that that is what we are thinking, what we are feeling. i like the truth in their simplicities.

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