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Burning summer morning,
in midst of a chaotic traffic-haste
confused wheelers mad rush chasing
dreams of mortal destiny.

Is a fortune out somewhere there
that I’m naive about? Throttling my wheels
Sprinted behind these dream chasers towards
a world mysterious to me.

By our own polluted gloomy smolder blinding the
vision of truth, zigzagging through and between
the gigantic wheelers, one fell with a thud in front of me
crushing his dream filled skull to death.

Lying drowned within his red-fluid alone and helpless; in this world
of self-centered race, sightless to see – the truth just prevailed beneath.
-FRANCO-

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MAD RUSH.

Contributed by FRANCO on Thursday, 1st February 2007 @ 09:09:35 AM in AEST
Topic: Grief

Burning summer morning,
in midst of a chaotic traffic-haste
confused wheelers mad rush chasing
dreams of mortal destiny.

Is a fortune out somewhere there
that I’m naive about? Throttling my wheels
Sprinted behind these dream chasers towards
a world mysterious to me.

By our own polluted gloomy smolder blinding the
vision of truth, zigzagging through and between
the gigantic wheelers, one fell with a thud in front of me
crushing his dream filled skull to death.

Lying drowned within his red-fluid alone and helpless; in this world
of self-centered race, sightless to see – the truth just prevailed beneath.
-FRANCO-

Copyright Â© FRANCO ... [ 2007-02-01 09:09:35]
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Re: MAD RUSH. (User Rating: 1 )
by BornReckless on Thursday, 1st February 2007 @ 01:30:36 PM AEST
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this poem is kinda morbid..."crushing his dream filled skull to death"...and "drowned within his red fluid"...twisted but creative. nice job

Re: MAD RUSH. (User Rating: 1 )
by yangdantien on Monday, 5th February 2007 @ 03:33:35 PM AEST
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Bravo, tight, bloody excellent, terse write. Upon reading I enter the Ashram and take vows to be silent and humble the rest of my days to at least meet my maker half-way with eyes open wide.

Or so it feels. Well Done

Peace
Yangdantien

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