I Gaze
I gaze
the rolling hills, the flowing trees
what beauty there is
there’s a haze or maybe it’s a light mist
it’s important only in the whole picture
somewhere I hear the singing of the birds
you can’t really imagine this . . . you had to be there
it was picturesque
it was perfect
I felt the oneness you’re suppose to feel
I saw the beauty you’re suppose to see
it was the way it was suppose to be
Then
I heard a horrible screeching
I looked and I saw an airplane
as my eyes followed the plane across the sky, it brought me to the electric lights (damn, they give off a terrible yellow glow)
after the lights I saw the cars in the parking lot
it was full and it was ugly
I next saw the power lines stretching across my picture
I followed one of them to a far off building
It was then that I realized I was leaning against a similar building . . .
Also blogged on this date . . .
- Millville, Noise, A School & Politics - 2009
- Modeling a Personal Narrative - 2008
- It's Political Sign Season - 2007
- Archived? But WHY?? - 2007
- Magazzu Campaign Promise - 2006
- Hi Pot, I'm the Kettle - 2005
- Corzine Doesn't Care What You Think - 2005
- Kerry's Senate Record - 2004
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