Borrowed the title from Jethro Tull, if you havent already heard of them its about time....Your thoughts about my message here?*


Dark ages

Who are we to decide that the things we can't see with our naked eye doesn't exist?
Forces discovered in a cataract of flames
Children's teardrops falling from the sky
My weak angel, this isn't paradise
You who thinks the blue planet is the definition of perfectionism
You with your eyelids closed and stars behind them
It feels better not to see the dark ages
Live on in your illusion of everything is in perfect order
Picture painted beautiful for your eyes to see
Toxic colours where you dance through eternity
Only to discover that there is no such thing






Poetry by Evelyn
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Written on 2006-08-10 at 22:28

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Zachary P. B.
wow wow wow.

you know that the medieval era was called the dark ages, but by this poem i think that now, this era in the present could be termed the dark ages too...

Forces discovered in a cataract of flames

while we turn our eye and ignore
and we crash and burn...

wow,
z
2006-08-10