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languishing into the future
by Charlie Morganan audience of Max Headrooms in every living room
to investigate the mental patterns of unconscious.
what better place to be than among the living;
unconsciousness is a common road we drive.
to look is to see; to see is to understand.
to understand is to find beautiful balance.
and finding balance, beautiful balance
is an ocean of oases on the Sahara.
full and fetid, we languish. 10/08/2008 Posted on 10/08/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 10/09/08 at 03:04 AM Isn't it time to snap out of this lethargy? Well said my friend...let us all WAKE UP already!!! MFS |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/09/08 at 03:16 PM Like lazy cats.... yes, definitely time to snap out of it!! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/09/08 at 08:48 PM We're those frogs in the cold bath SLLLLOOOOOOWWWWLLLLY heating up. We're near to boiling, and still we bask in it as if it's Nirvana. Ack! |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 10/10/08 at 04:53 AM "Let the Midnight Special shine an ever-loving light on me". Making music baby or "you're prison (tied to boredom) bound". |
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