BTRIPP (btripp) wrote,
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Why, lookie that ... a POEM?

Don't worry ... it's nothing new ... I've had this scrap of paper sitting around on my desk since mid-November waiting for me to get into such a deep state of "avoidance" (yeah, I have phone calls to make) that typing up a poem, doing the recording, and posting it all up here for your amusement would seem like a good use of my time. Guess what?


                    PULLED DOWN TO DARKNESS


                    1
                    too many signals
                    we can not filter
                    noise from knowledge,
                    pretense from truth;
                    too few doors,
                    an eternity of walls
                    and abysses
                    of frustration's depth
                    2
                    so empty
                    no joy
                    no purpose
                    the last bastions
                    of positivity fail
                    increasing tension
                    ratcheting madness
                    destroying hope
                    3
                    this the descent
                    without delaying,
                    this the decay
                    which can not heal;
                    caught in the cross-hairs
                    of massed destruction
                    with no forgiving,
                    no means to flee
                    4
                    all action pointless
                    all planning doomed
                    no vectors are formed
                    which escape our fate
                    pulled down to darkness
                    and predetermined death
                    circling in stasis
                    frozen in despair
                    5
                    nothing we've had
                    maintains, survives,
                    all is rot,
                    decrepit in putrescence,
                    a festering nightmare
                    corrupting our days,
                    poisoning sleep,
                    and crushing all faith


                             - Brendan Tripp
                                11/12/2006

                    Copyright © 2006 by Brendan Tripp
 
 




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