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Michael987
Michael Wallick
United States, Arizona, Cottonwood

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Shadows of man

Shadows of Man

The dark shadows of malcontent have settled over the earth.
Wars of politicians and religions surround us on every front.
Natural disasters loom and the increase in frequency.
Politicians say woe unto the man who sees things differently.

Easy it is to deny what has been thrown in front of our faces.
The statistics show a cheery affront to global impatience.
How long must we endure the lies of politicians who twist facts to suit their purposes?
Are there any leaders we can trust to perform the will of the people?
Or has all been lost to corrupt men who live by false pretenses

I can see through you, see where you've been.
No life is my life; I see the road we have traveled so long.
It is time to turn the leaf, give up the struggle and learn to be free.
Addictions to misery and pain, to strife and to sorrow.
We are prisoners of ego.
Life can be new. Stop trying so hard your life to undo
It has been lived; surrender, and be one of the few.

Mixed meanings and crossed communications twist on the words of random meaning.
There is no clarity of feeling, no thought, only pain, of a life, and of confusion.
There comes a future on which hope is drawn, or is it illusion.

The entire world rides the rollercoaster of its mind
The collective unconscious of a world gone mad.

The masses tell the story of a past that repeats itself because we are blind little sheep waiting to be shorn.
The wool coats go to the rich, and the poor get homespun linen to cover them in the deep of winter snow.
And we take our cues from men forlorn.

Upon emerging in the spring the masses become butterflies landing delicately on a new world of discovery.
Making what was into what is.
Only to captured in the nets of what could be.
How long will the four horsemen maintain their dressage?
Man, today is but a shadow of himself.
Blinded by rose colored camouflage.

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abitosunshine Comment by: abitosunshine - 2007-06-30 18:31
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Michael, this is excellent in thought & words! I'd edit it a tad & structure it a bit & the outcome would be grand! "Only to be captured in the nets of what could be"...WOW!
RJWilliams Comment by: RJWilliams - 2007-05-09 22:37
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I appreciet how deep and thought provoking your words are.
manoj Comment by: manoj - 2007-04-13 01:07
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well expressed... deep, introspective and meaningful.
Ani Comment by: Ani - 2007-03-26 14:49
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"The entire world rides the rollercoaster of its mind
The collective unconscious of a world gone mad."

I really like this line ~ very visual ~ I can see the people falling in line to get on ~
Teri Comment by: Teri - 2007-03-26 00:00
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great message and lesson.

i'd change the line lengths and make this more free form. poetry is meant to be read in breaths [for lack of a better term], and the lines here, sometimes, are too long to accomplish it. other than that, it's a great representation of life gone wrong, especially our lives now. thanks for sharing and making me think.

teri
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