Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Something of Employers


As for all workers, like I am...
were there the mornings?
watched meandering Aves did I?
couldn't see oranges of evenings
or the long falling shadows of night

For sure there was... a hollow wisdom
the frail but fake looking 
suns gleamed surely forever
the preaching occasionally...
became self levitating lessons

There rests a soul in you, dead though
that can only mimic 
the momentum of 
this corporate jungle
might as well kill 
that mockingbird, I
targets would still 
be surprised, an art of you
the mask of darned lies
wish would drain in volcanic rain

I  say I quit
I quit and say
do what to live
to live to fill
to fill the life
the life of small
and big o all
free to learn
to fly and see
the clouds of joy
and prancing woods
they lay in you
in and out of you.

4 comments:

  1. yeah yeah...Employers you see, you have seen em' ol

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  2. You said what we all wanna say...Lovely poem...Last paragraph sounds more like a song...:)

    Try singing it!

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  3. Ah tanx saru...I actually wrote it lika song to give this poem, myself and readers a little hope that exists after all :)

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