fate is inescapable

I did not follow the white rabbit,  
the rabbit came with me, down
where only few are thankful to see;
but that is not my story,
no story walks behind me;
fake lights flicker wildly
whenever dead walk;
mine eye can see you
dead, yet not; alive, but still gone
lingering like a forgotten song;
reading your autobiography that
you have not yet written;
rubber ducks made of rocks
float above from a puddle of bricks;
bodies of glass don't break or bend,
but crumble under physiological understanding
that, we! are here, and also not,
that we are not alone, but isolated
from everything that is out of our reach;
sick air steals and constricts breath
except from the source;
whose neck looks like a open sewer cap
spewing hot deadly gases, at anyone
curious enough to get to close;
dumb dinos dig
to escape inescapable fate,
others welcome change and continue living;
skipping toads talk interruptly,
they hate lily pads they sit upon and under,
and insects they are forced to munch,
the water is too wet, and
skipping talking toads deserve better;  
not belonging to conformism
and not unconventionally belonging;
i walk in zig zags; because you don't, and won't;
fitting in isn’t my bowl of porridge,
stand in, stand out and stand up;
tell your story,  and be heard
your unwritten life is bear
kills and claws till nothing;
then nothing; untamed silence
but you, and the floor
are still there; wandering
nothing in the distance;
squinting faces see dying doors
that will never again open
for them or you;
no more chances for the shifty squirrel,
storing its years harvest in a fox den
now burying its own death
deep into the grassy desert;
dry fish swim in a sea of ice
staring into nothing, waiting;
for a chance to go home
but it never comes.

Submitted: June 07, 2008

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This is one of my all-time favorite poems of yours that I've read. I love it.

Sun, June 8th, 2008 8:02pm


this is deep in the depths of an eternal mind...u seem like u are able to just escape so easily into another dimension....I love that, and I am slowly slipping into a dreamscape right now....I feel the beauty of the imagination.............;)

Sat, June 21st, 2008 5:50am


I was waiting to meet the girl with kaleidoscope eyes - Strawbwerry Fields - J Lennon

What were you on when you wrote it.
But it is colourful in imagery and construction .
Like it

Thu, December 23rd, 2010 6:59pm

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