The Rhyming Thread

EvilToasterElf

The Inborn Thoughts of Unborn Things


An exodus flees into the seas.
The holes of souls cling to the breeze.
Caught in the swing of living tides.
A breath of life, an audible sigh.
A shimmering hoax on broken decrees.

The sanguine riddle hides the key,
Of an attempted new reality.
But what if consent has roused each side?
An exodus flees into the seas.

It peers and seas from bended knees.
Flickers and pleads, but can’t conceive.
The barren cry when hope has died,
From a waistline distorted by lies.
By scattered psyche’s last entry,
An exodus flees into the seas.

EvilToasterElf

The Charm of Capitalism

Despite the horrific things we witness,
Apathy engulfs the activist’s flame.
Relearning society’s ignorance
Because indecision is its name.

Evil green armies inherit the battle
Remembering the likeness of long dead men.
War of possession fought without blood,
Lore of recession, tells historical prattle.

Modern society’s ceaseless obsession,
Techno-embrace of the human condition.
Blackened materialistic depression,
Limitless freedom to silence sedition.

A shamelessly sponsored corporate duress,
American avarice assuming blame.
Passed down the wealth they once possessed,
A cyclic reality, this consumer game.

Through alleys, chains of poverty rattle,
Sightlessly searching, roaming like cattle.
Tales of welfare amplify destitution,
Minority struggles defy our constitution.

Where once the scenery inspired awe
Nature is battered as humanity grows.
Consumed by the inferno’s maw,
Industrial hearts pump acidic woes.

Refuse to question a free existence,
The youth fades to slack without resistance.
Until the depth of the cosmos shatters
Leaving human arrogance in tatters.

EvilToasterElf

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

Go post the Dubya fucker on the Train.

And stop posting like a maniac, I can't keep up.

Need...more...coffee.....ah!!

EvilToasterElf

Alright I'm going to bumb my own thread, because there's 22 poems here and I didn't get one response.

twin2

Your poems are very intelligent and sophisticated. You do have a way with words. Your descriptions make me smile. I've read a few at a time and posted after I finished reading them all (you do have a lot in here).

My favorite is "Long Summer Days".

Thanks for posting them. It was entertaining reading.

Childrens Hour

I haven't read it all yet, but I like what I've read:)

EvilToasterElf

twin2 wrote:

Your poems are very intelligent and sophisticated. You do have a way with words. Your descriptions make me smile. I've read a few at a time and posted after I finished reading them all (you do have a lot in here).

My favorite is "Long Summer Days".

Thanks for posting them. It was entertaining reading.

Long Summer Days has one crucial connection to Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

EvilToasterElf

Where will I go?

Where have you gone, you baby-boomers
with your swollen memories, and
locket shaped tumors
with your pensions dropping like
barrels from Niagara falls when
stock market bubbles burst
Hearing rumors of this greatest generation,
who fought in the trenches, and bled on the
shores, saving democracy for all time
from a man with one testicle
The measure of man, is battlefield courage,
left without struggle, you turned to the mind, but
Where have you gone, you LSD priests
you tripped in the gutter, and
stayed for a week
watching your brothers fly into Cambodian jungles,
while you read current events from
college podiums, jumpstarting
SUV apathy with Woodstock smiles
marching rifleless to the capital, to bring the
boys home, heaving your slogans like pebbles,
against tanks, not realizing that
destitution doesn’t shape politics
Where have you gone, you yuppie suits
swept into traffic, with
your stock market truths
Watching your CEO’s 401k gambles
come crashing with those towers that
woke you from your leather couch dreams
in your 40 inch plasma eyes
Surrounding yourself with pursuits electronic
sending your angry teens off to universities
to major in business and law
Where have you gone, generation X
walking through townhouse
neighborhood feeling blessed
the weight of a nine to five no fit for
your shoulders,
but the internet pirates were
not the best of share holders
and when we were immune to the millennium
bug, when our cold war bunkers perished
inside the tin cans of non-perishable apathy.
So where have you strayed you enlightenment
seekers, you kicked off your sandals, and ran
back to God in your sneakers. Your midwest
spider holes were cleared to make room for your ballots,
when you'd heard the country was marrying faggots.
But parables never could be subdued,
as morality stopped the flow of a feeding tube.
And now that I'm here, where could I go,
the planet's still spinning, but it's spinning too slow.
The axis of the pendulum of public policy,
has left no doubt in my mind, that we're a fool's democracy,
my life's sand sifts through this hour glass,
but what can turn it over, if so much of my time has passed,
why can't I still look forward? I stare beneath me to the sea
from the window of this plane, the destination of this life,
has become nothing but a mindless game.