Friday, October 27, 2006

idiot box .
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mm. its been a long time ;). will submit more poems yeah. 'idiot box' refers to the television. and this poem likens a person to the telly. it associates human idiocracy with the images we see in our everyday lives (: -MEL.

by day he leaps, always past the finishing line
sadly narrow-minded,
theres no thinking
out of the box
his colorful mind
but look again, he utters nothing but goobledygook
oh just listen, try to catch up with him
he's gone before you know it
and the stars hover
crashing into nothingness.

and then he enters another phase of his life,
another world
the colors all revolved
some stare, some fantasize, some snuggle up with him
but it all boils down to a blank screen
a higher being conquers another
we play, we learn, we criticise,
no one can stop us
no one ever cares.

he's the immortal we love and adore,
he's the trend that lasts and never ends
he....
he can't speak,
not for himself anyway.
but everyday they get on with their lives
frothed with idyll
grumble and mourn, sorrow and shame
life can be said to be nothing but a game
he's amazing.
he's entertaining.
the new topic in the school.

can the dead see him anymore?
oh no, but he sees the dead.
constantly clothed beneath that grey facade.
seemingly boring;
he displays nothing short of disgrace
but they love the worthlessness of it all
that grey old companion,
he's been there for all.

we love dramas , dont we?
we're just too caught up with the scenes.
even if one stops lookin,
sooner or later;
the beauty of his adolescence,
the truth of
time running by;
everything,
you gave a name to,
sooner or later,
hot-blooded devils will sink you in-

..one by one, they'll put you to shame.

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