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[aid] => mick
[title] => Awake
[time] => 2003-11-18 08:40:36
[hometext] => This is a bit of a personal protest!!!
[bodytext] => Awake I’m awake I’m awake again Listening to soft songs and starting the slow dance inside You came to me as the lover Who could change everything important Wearing a light blue jumper in the Sun And me, so young With tabloid eyes and a joker’s heart I’d never seen a natural beauty But plenty of plastic paraded thru this street Watching models dance on Channel 23 Hooked on E News Living life like it was big movie with hookers instead of actors You know how the song goes They teach it at birth these days You put your trust in the endless ocean of image You close your eyes they feed your brain Become a puppet with bloody strings and a dirty past Don’t ask why Change the channel It don’t bother me Let’s watch some TV Let’s see some false prophets practicing their divine right to speak On the late night show where the cross is crooked, neon, and divided Where the men talk and talk but never ask why: Who made them the servants of the Hand? And every year they take a little bit more fiction and make it someone’s Reality. You think they care about India? You think they care about you or me? I could almost quote scripture. Make no mistake this is a protest. Make no mistake this is a dark age. But the people on TV called it Enlightenment. Because they can’t cut the ties that bind Because they can’t answer the questions its all mirage its all blood money O but they know how to kiss your lips with perfumed lies And they tattoo you With false idols and the vision of humans clothed as gods They even tempt you with religion When all you want is the Holy Sea They say the Devil is a man like me and you And man they left a mark on me O the sleepers who have never seen Love We run like ghosts in halls We run like prisoners to freedom When I was alone and 16 I always thought Every romance led to the warm Sea I always thought My heart would never break or bow But I longed for that one person who could answer all my questions And bring this stormy place some peace and shelter from the wind Honey when I saw you Everything became so clear Sometimes the feelings tear away your mask and feed upon the heart Just so you can be naked before the morning light And then in the morning the goddess comes and bathes your ruined eyes I thought I had everything I lost it all, I gave it away I woke up inside the illusion I forgot about being the bad guy with the big gun When I touched the flesh of another runner When I felt your pain that cage felt real I recognized the scars upon your face Is life a mirror? Leading back to whatever passes for the Maker? I don’t know, my friend. O the sleepers who have not seen Love We run like ghosts in halls We run like prisoners to freedom I met you in the cold Back when we were still girls Skipping along the lines you see until you turn 22 I washed myself clean And every wrong I’ve ever done Is undone And every wound Is clean And every sin Is forgiven now And passed into Time Every sin is forgiven I’m awake I’m awake again The slowest song has started and our perfumes mingle O the sleepers who have not seen Love We run like ghosts in halls We run like prisoners to freedom I went surfing today And out there on the Ocean I thought how it’s funny what the heart keeps in the sacred place Locked up in our private universe But it’s sad to see that the rest has burnt away And in my dark burning head You’re still asking questions To things I can’t ever tell you My hair is like the seaweed Long and free But my mind is like a traffic light So tired Of being at the crossroads Of you and me And even though they all say it’s the drugs which made you cold I met you before all that Before fast cars Before the first funeral Before we left school And I always knew Some pretty big things Hung on shaky glue Way down deep inside We change but we don’t change I’m a Buddhist I always was I just never knew And with this world in darkness And so many begging for some sign It’s still the wild ocean that runs thru my dreams I’m awake I’m awake again Hello world, I missed you And the young couples walk thru the Park Having loved And the loners shuffle thru Some in suits some in rags of blue I don’t know where I’ll wind up I don’t know who will take this earthly burden Sometimes it’s only you some nights That keeps me away from the chaos rainbow I hope you made it to the warm places Where we would always run, run, run Run away too. (David Finn, 2003) [comments] => 2 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Redlantern2051 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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