The Way They Live

The pressure is on
and the tension is high.
They can't find the ground
with their eyes on the sky.

Human nature losing touch
with all that's natural.
A healing tone, unfettered hue
of all that life and love are due.

A high pitched hum that reaches
depths untold. All the world
is spinning round too fast.
They cannot find the gold
within the aftermath of war.

Spectacular, the killing sprees
reported on the nightly news.
Misunderstood, the clear,
cool breeze of time.

Patented, the colors bled
into their loneliness.
Black and white, distended
into history's great endings.

Beginnings seldom caught the eye
of businessmen these days.
Politics of great derision.
Force another blind decision
into patterns breaking all apart.

No room to speak of heart
in all of this. See the doctor,
pop a pill. Ignore the vagrant
urge to kill. Will it all to be
just positive.

The powers of the mind are fading
quickly into nothing much at all.
The hours of our time are filled
with games that bring no more
than meaningless.

Watch another video, display
your wares in electronic
syntheses of living energy.
Relieve yourself by pushing
all your feelings way out there.

The world is growing smaller,
so they say. And yet the view from
mountain-tops is quite spectacular.
Zooming in, the details hover,
compromising change.

The music builds in decibels
of tones too deep to keep
it all in tact. Flying high -
a swoop, a glide - it fades
back into distance once again.

Beginnings drawing closer
to an end. The creaking of a door
and then, the monster enters in.
Mirror image of the fear they hold.

Hovering just at the edge
of all they say and do. But
their chosen view does not
include the many ways they feel.

Solidity is all they know as real.
Vaporous, they breathe it in -
the aftermath of all their sins.
No room to speak of heart
in all of this.

See the doctor, pop another pill.
Ignore the vagrant urge to kill.
Will it all to be just positive.
Even as the negatives record
reality. Reordering the feelings
in a misty, magic way.

Becoming more and more
the way they live...

? Michaelette ?

11/7/2002
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