Anyway ... my connectivity seems to back, so I can upload a lovely new poem for all you angst-starved masses out there!
SPIRALS GRINDING DEEPLY
1
cycling time
caught in downflows
places appear
devoid of context
locked into memories
frozen in pasts
we cannot access
we cannot redeem
2
nightmarish hells
becoming the real
we flee into sleep
for less bitter dreams
and shadowy realms
less killing and cruel
than these waking states
of eternal decline
3
wasted days
empty hours
no actions advance
no doing attains
we spin aimless
digging spirals
grinding deeply
into pointlessness
4
all is conflict
all is chaos
all is madness
and things gone wrong
there is no refuge
no place to hide
no zone of safety
beyond this storm
5
life is broken
lines have sheared
along these faults
we can not follow
any paths
we can not see
across the chasm
which holds our doom
- Brendan Tripp
06/27/2006
Copyright © 2006 by Brendan Tripp
See! Fresh new poetry for your schadenfreudic enjoyment! Be happy! Live Long and Prosper! Have a nice day! Be One with the Force! Get Down, Boogie-oogie-oogie! Reap The Wild Wind! Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera ...