Ode to the Bumper Sticker Brigade
5/26/2005
In the promised land
dry leaves turn like yellow pages
Natives languish in their lust
to ignite the songs of their being
because once the songs were real
A hope in desperate hearts
seeking inspiration, Praying
for good weather
While so few meet a fitting end
Given eyes to see
the bargain of promise and dream
Posed on the river for love or money
A city bulging with empty hope
The truth of their end
is clearly seen
in the reflection
And secretly they scheme
half-hypnotized, bedazzled
to revolutionize the machine
with their charming lives
to release another borrowed love
another borrowed dream
But the song ran out
like outlaws skipping town
The rusty engine idles
And no one is alive
to turn it off.
posted by novachild @ Thursday, May 26, 2005,
2 Comments:
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At 10:03 PM,
:: miss m :: said...
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You know how some words or phrases just mean more to you then other people? Like, maybe they resonate, or they harmonize with you in some sub-atomic or even perhaps spiritual way? They are deeper then other words but most people see them just as ordinary letters?
One of those for me is "given eyes to see." It's why I named my domain that. It just goes so far down to the core of it for me; it encompasses what was, what is and what shall be. It's a sum and a hope and a remebrance and a promise all wrapped in one.
Just thought of it when I saw the phrase in your entry.
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At 2:24 PM,
novachild said...
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I was hoping you would notice.
I hope you don't mind me borrowing a phrase; it inspired my point, in fact (that most people are given the eyes to see cause and effect, the bargaining chips, the likely outcomes of their actions adn the guiding light of their own passionate souls).
