Sunday, April 18, 2010

Look Past


There was this hollow noise in the middle of the night.
You couldn’t really hear it
So much as know there was something you were missing.
It broke heats and crushed peace.

I later found out what it was called.
An old man dirty clothes, sitting in the rain told me.
He laughed and smoke escaped between broken teeth.
“Reality”, he said. “No shadows now, asshole.”

6 Comments:

Blogger Gray said...

Sometimes realty is what we make of it, perception. Just a thought.

:)

April 18, 2010 at 5:02 PM  
Blogger ozymandiaz said...

damn this reality
escaping in the dark of night
in the end though
it does not matter
as no one lives there anyhow

rock on

April 19, 2010 at 12:15 PM  
Blogger Sugar said...

I like the shadows...damn a life with no shadows...where do we go to hide one's soul?

April 22, 2010 at 9:53 AM  
Blogger Rex Venom said...

Sometimes just a thought can make reality.
Where did they all move too, then?
To hide out in the plain bright light...
Rock on!

April 23, 2010 at 9:35 PM  
Blogger Lil Bit said...

Reality is relative. ;)

April 24, 2010 at 7:07 PM  
Blogger Limpidus said...

reality's strangling power aside, quite powerful an image of the old man.

Omgod! you're awesome!

April 25, 2010 at 3:38 AM  

Post a Comment

<< Home