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the unseen
the unseen Posts: 372
edited November 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
there was once a forest
i could call my own
a quiet place
to ponder lifes mysteries
i'd listen as the
birds and crickets
sang a song
while the wind carried
backup duties
every now and then
i'd join them
for a chorus or two
most times i'd only listen
i was at ease
i was at peace
life was good
under the trees
then came development
roads and highways
subdivisions
shopping malls
office parks
and skyscrapers
airplanes overhead
at first it was only noise
drowning out
my private songs
then expansion
uprooted the forest
that provided comfort and shade
now i sit
in parking spot
4- F
the cacophony
scatters my thoughts
weeping silent tears
i head to a bar for a beer
crying for what was lost
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  • tenaciousA
    tenaciousA Posts: 604
    nice tu



    like the parking spot number...




    this city so filthy
    ~all is full of love~
  • StarSky
    StarSky Posts: 17
    That's good!
    "I don't need to fight to prove I'm right and I don't need to be forgiven."
  • BhagavadGita
    BhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    Originally posted by the unseen
    there was once a forest
    i could call my own
    a quiet place
    to ponder lifes mysteries
    i'd listen as the
    birds and crickets
    sang a song
    while the wind carried
    backup duties
    every now and then
    i'd join them
    for a chorus or two
    most times i'd only listen
    i was at ease
    i was at peace
    life was good
    under the trees
    then came development
    roads and highways
    subdivisions
    shopping malls
    office parks
    and skyscrapers
    airplanes overhead
    at first it was only noise
    drowning out
    my private songs
    then expansion
    uprooted the forest
    that provided comfort and shade
    now i sit
    in parking spot
    4- F
    the cacophony
    scatters my thoughts
    weeping silent tears
    i head to a bar for a beer
    crying for what was lost

    I know what you mean. When I see a bulldozer, I want to kick it really hard with my foot but then i know that in the end it would not really hurt the bulldozer just my foot and then i would be made at myself and i would YELL OUTLOUD STUPID BULLDOZER when what i really meant i stupid me. i should have brought the corn syrup instead.

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