Hidden behind a visage
Of laughter
Screams echoe
Piercing the mirage
Inside the mind it's murder to unwind these thoughts of pure mortality
Did I already die if the future and the past fail to exist
Except in memories & dreams
The great disorientation tactic
Mother natures party trick
That laughs loudest at those who took it all for granted by taking so seriously what a higher power built for amusement purposes
What are we doing here?
Is such an insignificant thought
When you're struggling to breathe
What does it all mean?
Is not a question answerable within the limitations of invented speach
"The sound of a gong"
Is not the sound of a gong
If you're constantly listening to every voice inside you're mind are you really thinking of anything other than the interpretation of distorted observations in conjunction with learned and practiced prejudice?
Money may exist because we all agree
Ask the father of a daughter laid dying in the street of a war torn country, covered in the blood of his kin, holding limbs blown off by bombs dropped in the name of peace, if money really means a god damn thing.
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The futility and cruelty of war is well brought out in this questioning verse Ed - - the final stanza speaks a clear message - a compelling read.
Thank you Fay x
Ed, the line starting with "interpretation of..." really got me thinking. Twenty, or maybe a hundred people can look at the same thing and every one of them sees something different.
Great writing, great subject matter!
Thank you.
Fred, thank you man. Yes individual interpretation has always fascinated me. I wrote a lyric on the subject called "I painted a world"
https://youtu.be/nusWzV_R_fk
Here's a link if you'd like a listen.
flush the excess money down the toilet and but the wealth up in your heart and soul. a true wealth may sit inside you or years and years until one day you discover you have a talent to show and help the world with. now that's wealth!. as usual, reading your work only leaves us staring and pondering over the art you produce. a fine write here my friend.
flush the excess money down the toilet and but the wealth up in your heart and soul. a true wealth may sit inside you or years and years until one day you discover you have a talent to show and help the world with. now that's wealth!. as usual, reading your work only leaves us staring and pondering over the art you produce. a fine write here my friend.
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