Miss Robot (miss_robot) wrote in poeticdevice, @ 2003-07-19 13:40:00

Current mood:	excited
Current music:	raphaël - carla bruni

Hey, hey
I do hope people get involved with this, because I think it provides some fun.

This week's topic shall be : Home By Home, I do not mean family or the town or house you grew up in (unless you'd like it to mean that ! :P). What I mean is where you feel most comfortable, where you enjoy being the most, or where you're just basically in your element. You can be extra deck if you don't blatantly state where you're talking about, and instead paint with your words.



Where We Are

I walk on top of an endless sea of cement and cobble stones
Row homes that house the children who go to school
Morph into the glass castles where the men in stiff suits are the elite
Kids stand on the street corner advertising themselves
Home to me and my headphones
It's all one pulsing, throbbing stereo
Moving through my body as I take life one stride at a time
Through the territories that belong to us, and only us
History is meshed with the hip and modern
That's the only way this place can be
There's no great trees or plains, Beautiful Nature is absent here
But all we need is our concrete bed and our blankets of smog
I'm comforted by the smells of food, of cars, of public transit, and people
This is mine, this is ours
We can be by ourselves and independant, but we never have to be alone
We are home here

devoutdeviant 2004-10-29 19:57 (link)

As we move forward within the paradigm of Extreme prejudice manifestly in shock and awe, the state encroaches closer and closer into our personal lives. The same methods utilized to secure international resources and maintain political, economic and cultural domination bleed into our national society ever so slowly. Preemptive strikes become preemptive arrests and occurrences such as the Victoria Snelgrove execution on the Fenway, become palpable to a public on the sidelines cheering the armchair warriors on to victory over "rogues" and "thugs." Did you know Victoria Snelgrove: I bet she gleamed in green, Was sprightly bright in white And marveled in mauve Victory's pedigree, how swell Sirens simulate Victoria's death bell The ambiance of an ambulance, Can you smell the stench, can you really tell She's in the grave. Swift — shift, that cop forgot to shave, oh well Police declare responsibility, disclaim their duty and dawdle in denial, it's people stupid, stave, go back to your cave Pepper pellets, pester spray, swinging knifesticks — swindling knave, society they're supposed to save! Rubber bullets, riot gear, horsemen trampling tramps — it's the latest crave, oh so brave Pre-order your imported casket, before you Celebrate the Red Sox rave Accuse, prosecute and execute, before you can say `Victoria Snelgrove,' — Schnell! Schnell! birth or death acute quota of the billet, gnawed and bit the bullet — a savored dainty wrath Order, order, proper but lethal force—Therefore, Justice for all on Earth Must have been sudden, a sullen swollen itchy trigger finger, pondering birth's true material worth Jubilant pennant, truly scant penchant, vacant in an instant — maybe, just a little restraint? Us versus them mentality — bash, smash, rash, taint A policy of idiocy — No she didn't just faint Feign bay — Fenway, Did a Fan have to die today? To ban the bullet, to lament the quaint? Aimless projectile, target engaged, eye penetrated. As onlookers gape at the gaping hole, blood spattered, life gushing from her forehead Yeah, she's dead, tears on TV, in privacy too, Rick, her father shed We send them off to shoot children in Iraq, Afghanistan, Columbia, etcetera. No wonder it's bred, have a slice of wonder bread Do you really expect these youths to be afraid in Kenmore Square, Fallusia, Sadr City instead? A moment of silence? Hell no, I need to scream don't you? This is an instance so incense! Shout shrieks of scorn and shame with me in ode! She was only twenty one years old and much more than gold Seven thousand six hundred sixty five days or so, I'm told And it took only a second or two to snuff — the stuff money can't buy, so bold, so cold Meanwhile some say arrest them all preemptively, kill them all even, an even condemnation But damn it, protect our property, privilege and piety — make them respect police jurisdiction Maybe this death will teach these thugs a lesson — show them who's in dominion Nevertheless, Victoria Snelgrove remains numb, defunct and lifeless in extinction (Reply to this) (Thread)