Secrets Flashing

Neon signs, the secrets flashing,
endlessly within their minds.
Close your eyes, the monitor
is lighting up your mind.

Colors seeping, weeping,
for an unlived definition.
Verified, the time and place
are now.

Nature moans and groans
at all the deadly aspirations.
Seasons, ill-at-ease, no longer
number one to four.

Prophets speak of doom again
while politicians grin.
Pasted there, the masks
are being altered.

Silver slivers, tiny cracks.
The reality of aftermath.
Gold adorning corners
of the coffins.

The monsters are
no longer make-believe.
The prejudice of one extreme
has come to kill the other.

Neon signs, the secrets flashing,
endlessly within their minds.
Close your eyes, the monitor
is lighting up your mind.

These roads, too often traveled,
are the only home they know...

? Michaelette ?

6/4/2002
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