So i thought i'd upolad some poetry - this one written in March 2002. (and added some humour image to lighten your day)
Exodus - March 2002
Everyone's an organ donor
Glass jars fill the sky
The soul's that reach for heaven
Could bury a city
They walk the way cats would walk
If cats wore suits
A man talks to God in the street
No-one's listening
Green trees light up the night
The blood of the sun burns them down
Ivory towers rise in silence
Ivy poisons everyone
Ash falls from the sky
We breathe it like gold
Rain washes it away
We curse the ill wind
A ship passes in the night
Aeroplanes come home to roost
Wheels turn ever slower
Escape the cage
some expanatory notes . . . .
Everyone's an organ donor
Glass jars fill the sky
The soul's that reach for heaven
Could bury a city
[W] - L1 - living in the city can be quite soul draining, you either get sucked dry by it or become numb to it, but either way you are an organ donor, the city takes from you whatever it can. L2 - The glass jars are sky scrapers, glass jars filled with people stacked side by side and one atop the other. L3 - Climbing the corporate ladder - all the souless souls in those glass jars climbing the building, reaching for a heaven that doesn't exist . . . L4 - the weight of their sins burying the city beneath them]
They walk the way cats would walk
If cats wore suits
[W] - watching the suits walk though the CBD on the way to work, it's like a fashion show, walk a certain way, wear a certain suit, buy a certain brand of latte, smoke a certain brand of ciggarette - truly sickening and despicable people in many ways]
A man talks to God in the street
No-one's listening
[W] - there was this guy that used to preach fire and brimstone bible in the city, and everyone walked past like he was invisible, like they couldn't hear or even see him]
Green trees light up the night
The blood of the sun burns them down
Ivory towers rise in silence
Ivy poisons everyone
Ash falls from the sky
We breathe it like gold
Rain washes it away
We curse the ill wind
[W] - more of the same - all the pollution that we inhale every day on our way to work, yet we worship all the city offers. When it rains and cleans the streets, we bitch and moan about the weather. Our relationship with our surroundings has become dichotomic and self destructive, yet we knowingly embrace this?]
A ship passes in the night
Aeroplanes come home to roost
Wheels turn ever slower
Escape the cage
[W] - thought while looking out my window at night on the same day the rest was written, watching the ships sailing out of the harbour, and the planes flying into the airport. Thinking about all those people I passed on the street during the day, never knowing who they are or what their aspirations and dreams might ever be. As the city wound down for the night, it struck me, "how do you relate to this life of singular lonliness we have strived so hard to create?]
wokky
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As a reader, it made me feel disconnected and wishing for connection with warm, comforting living beings. I wanted to feel whole again, for something to connect with me.
Hey you know AdGuy always gets the last word! ;)