Grand Larceny: Consciousness (first post)

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  1. Nomad10

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    Grand Larceny: Consciousness



    Grand mountains outside window’s wooden shudder,
    dangled on strings cruelly out of reach
    by vertigo sky shadowbox Puppet-Master.
    His suspended oasis an origin of ancient myth,
    tales of a tropical garden atop the mount
    where an incandescent sun flings its light
    at eager flower petals blanketing the canopy,
    smiling smugly at their rooted, pillar-crutch brethren.
    The forest and sky glow in motley brilliance,
    colors reflected to the heavens in perfect ratios, glowing
    as golden as a sea of sunflowers in the mind of Pythagoras.



    The map is encoded as the Wind-talker’s message,
    and I remain a prisoner in this vicious valley of sulfur,
    atmosphere of butane and clouds of blue flame;
    petrified earth shrieks for water.



    Pin pricks attempt to sustain brain function,
    in vain, sever synapse connections,
    visions rinse desert-midnight black.



    Arrows from bows pierce polished armor
    axe tower’s lumber to rubble,
    burn sand to glass finer
    than candle wax to ashes.



    Mind process impulse at light-speed confusion,
    trick patchy-cell surface to sickly-tissue hell.
    Itchy blood corners vessels rally rough tracks,
    through aggravated veins of ravaged limbs.
    Retain the crown, king of charred powder,
    salt shaker sire, imagined power



    External entity force viral mindset,
    exponentially evolve sin’s cunning.
    Serpent tongue saliva flood soggy suburbs,
    brush fire sirens suffocate on apathy.



    Lick stamp glossy, federal postage once pearly,
    now soiled, message arrive tardy.
    Consciousness stolen,
    precise planned heist.

    Thief –INJECTà slow toxin.
     
  2. Nomad10

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    would appreciate some feedback. I am new to the site and was wondering why I can't copy and paste a poem in the same form as it appears in my word processer. Take note: The form of this piece, as is posted, is not how I would like it to be. Anyways, if someone could answer that question for me I would truly appreciate thanks.

    -Nomad10
     
  3. she88

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    I think its great.
    "The map is encoded as the Wind-talkerÕs message,
    and I remain a prisoner in this vicious valley of sulfur,
    atmosphere of butane and clouds of blue flame;
    petrified earth shrieks for water."
    This was my favorite part. I really felt it.
     
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