Homo Narcissius and Echoes

Homo Narcissicus
the whole spirit of feminity and masculinity
the yin and yang, of humanity.

the übermench...
would be like me.
just another human
without feelings.

happy all the time, but doesnt really know why.
the phase of the moon tells me nothing.

Veneral religion, believe in your pater and mater.
it begun in the nursery, and would end.

the polished poetic lives in the everyday life.
another lie sober and discarded.

inject a serum from others who got
the same poison... so it still cure?

choke on a elixir.
you're my friend.

on the fat boulevard somebody screams; Death.
everybody became silent where they stood
nibbling on their fried angel wings. laughting inside.
As the explicit eclipse came closer and the last
man fell off board, the professional arsehole
standing on his chair throwing out points trying
to bring stains of ugliness on the artful society but
the polisher is faster to take away the wastes.

blaim it on the puppet.
because it wasn't we.
we never lost control... you see.
we cannot do anything wrong.

they fill my arteries with floating glass
so it will come to my heart.
-Well, they always said a heart of glass.

i slowly got opened, like a flower.

but it all pour out, all this water in my lungs.
when i swallowed my spit. every lie i
covered for myself, just to show her...
on the high sublime pedestal, what have
i ever created, a moon, a star?. Nothing.
what have i done?, i dont even know.

blinded by light, i followed the dark moon.
look away.
then i looked again.

it was time to repel
but where was the last exit
in the long corridor of locked doors.







Poetry by asshole
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Written on 2007-10-18 at 02:22

Tags Anarchy  Desperation  Society 

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This is a very good society and self evaluating write and gives us light as well as opening the door that is there, but just not open yet, I know the feeling of darkness and tunnells but mine had the added attraction of waist deep sludge to trudge through! but that was then and dreams have many interpretations, I hope. I am enjoying your work at the moment asshole, keep it up. Smiling at you, Tai

Language: 4
Format: 4
Mood: 5
Overall: 4
2007-10-18