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houses on the moon.
by Andrew S Adamsyesterday's future came and went.
the lies we thought would all come true,
and these dreams we had passed us by,
fully without their own realization,
or
without our passion for their presence.
this future we have now, it's just
as much a fabrication as we walk the
soil of our own free nation, it's a
fabrication, sewn together from the
cotton harvest we reaped with the
backs of our brothers whipped.
the future of the 50's came and passed,
without a notice of it's actual existance-
it's own spectacular vision was enough.
we saw the future and fully expected,
never making it happen ourselves.
our future is meant for the moment
in which we view it, or we test the thin
ice on which these fabrications lay. 11/25/2003 Posted on 11/26/2003
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 11/29/03 at 06:05 AM i was thinking as i read the opening stanza that this poem is so accessible to all walks of life. insert your nostalgia, your broken dreams here. dot com bubble burst? wall street greed crash of 87, 1984, y2k, whatever. then you said the 50's. (space race??) hmmm, now i'm curious about that personal insertion. you also said "fabrication" many times. a very mysterious read... |
| Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 11/30/03 at 06:06 AM extremely insightful and powerful. i especially liked the second stanza. this is really profound- incredible! |
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