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White Roses



White Roses
By juniemoon_ on 10/13/2008
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Red horizon; sunset beach
Cranes fly over the moon
Artificial reality removes
time; condenses motion.
Sounds collide, ghostly echoes
Adhere to the walls;

Institutional humanity
Created and fortified
By judgments, opinions
And medical melancholy;

unscripted performances;
rages in a cage;
humanity undervalued;
brains unplugged, fed a diet
of labels and acronyms;
mentally incomplete;
Unable to mount defenses;

held back by imaginary
boundaries; a Labyrinth
of altered consciousness,
capricious, raw, unsettling…

white roses pirouette
within a glass house hastened,
by the clock, completing timed
synchronized routines; repeated
daily; solemn, systematic

Icy rain, frozen window pane,
fairies dancing on the rim;
Star to star, to the moon.

Mania manifested…fearless…
Raven hair, red hat, dancing with
Shadows; giggles erupting sporadic;
Eagles carry flights of fancy

Sallow daffodils draped
In regret…depression,
a catatonic companion

Infected minds disrupted, routinely,
by medical decisions; robotic
White roses deliver good intentions
In thorny silence

Restless stupors…drug induced
Still life…fractured memories;
casualties coated in liquid gloom.

Invisible mouths whispering,
beware; white roses lifting their
colorless petals; ever vigilant

victims escorted to cloistered
confessionals;
psycho-babble economized;
sixty minutes of wordiness

tiny sun lit window;
glittering diamond dust
falling… free…
liberated, swirling
around a bald head

white roses, nodding,
puppet-like…offering
tiny cups full of hope,

curative offerings, seeking miracles;
body of Christ… Holy Mass,
repeated, day after day reminding
the outcast of their maladies,

despair, cruel defects,
traumas and bruised ideals,
victims of apathetic politics;

white roses; silhouettes;
ever vigilant; shuffling in
and out; always separated
from cerebral misprints,

intelligence in storage,
locked behind
facades of architectural
esthetics
White roses… origami
cranes fly over the moon


© By juniemoon_ On 10/13/2008 11:00:09 PM
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