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marquis_de_odde
12-23-2005, 05:23 AM
People crouch in messy piles
Attacked on all avenues of sorrow
Whimpering words
Their pride made them eat

We are gluttons of pride
Slurping it up in hungry laps
Prancing about displaying fine threads
Feeling a mighty farce

Who understands the psychology of pity
Twinges that take us back to humanity
Unless your meter's broken
Far too few repairs are made in our day

Gold chains and Badges of their favorite bands
Worn proudly on their sleeves
Perfectly posed hair,eye contact,stature
Twisted fascination in the mirror
Blocks where the window goes

Dancing wildly
To a premeditated beat
Music stops at the skin
The hide has grown thick
Under the spell of taking formation
Into such a calloused individual

Incidentely
Past the glass is a flaming meadow
Looming above are the clouds of apocolypse

Like betrayed barnyard animals
Intuition is no longer an option
If you follow the procession
You won't notice you're on fire

TreeFiddy
12-23-2005, 10:36 PM
Who understands the psychology of pity
Twinges that take us back to humanity
Unless your meter's broken
Far too few repairs are made in our day
wow! this is a very great poem, it's very thoughtful and you use imagery with great power. I hope to see much more of your work!