I'm divorced from my feelings
In this shopping mall dawn
Where the heart is abandoned
I forgot how to mourn
Where money's the in-thing
Dull humour the credo
Everyone's an Adonis
Sarcastic libido
The game's up, it's over
From our venomous tongue
Three strikes and you're out
The fat lady's sung
And they dance in Jakarta
Mumbai, Bangalore
They dance in Alberta
I wonder what for
Our ship she is sinking
The captain asleep
A fierce storm's a-howling
The sea bed's too deep
We drink from old bottles
Get pissed, ease the pain
We rub out the onus
"'Twas him, he's to blame"
We dance in the system
In weak dying ritual
Our gods 'just' and 'moral'
Everything is so literal
God is beyond time
Guess what, so are you
Can you answer the question
"How do you do?"
Ignore the profound
The ineffable and real
Forget about Oneness
Our handicapped zeal
Embarrassed of your body
Hold that flab, tuck it in
Step out of the danger
Hate the colour of your skin
Laugh at the lonely
In your heart's secret chasms
Sneer at his limp
His medicated spasms
War with your brother
Your children, your ex's
Scream at your lover
This bane of the sexes
Something is missing
The sacred, the holy
They were sold out on E-bay
With Angelina Jolie
They link us to life
We are opened in them
To all those descended
From Noah's son Shem
Just seek out the mystery
We are never apart
A common infinity
Eternal love spark
It's all gotta change
Thru' these ribbons of time
We gotta find hope
In our daydream, our crime
The future it calls us
In clear resonance
It's our generation
We sit on the fence
A thundercloud's a-comin'
A thundercloud's a-comin'
Last edited by Boss on Mon Jun 25, 2007 1:40 am, edited 2 times in total.
'In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer' - Albert Camus
Hi Adam,
I like your poem very much, particularly how you have gone from being ‘divorced from your own feelings,’ to a whole generation ‘sitting on the fence.’ I hope you don’t mind, but I just have a couple of suggestions:
(1) In stanza 7, I would suggest changing “Everything is so literal” to “Everything so literal” so that the rhythm flows better; (2) I really don’t think you need the last two stanzas. I think “It's our generation / We sit on the fence” wraps it up very nicely.
Sherry
I like your poem very much, particularly how you have gone from being ‘divorced from your own feelings,’ to a whole generation ‘sitting on the fence.’ I hope you don’t mind, but I just have a couple of suggestions:
(1) In stanza 7, I would suggest changing “Everything is so literal” to “Everything so literal” so that the rhythm flows better; (2) I really don’t think you need the last two stanzas. I think “It's our generation / We sit on the fence” wraps it up very nicely.
Sherry