PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

part 1

Copies of copies

Robotic armies

Ripples through time

A mixture of words

Driven home in a yellow

        Bus

Not thinking so much

The words just come

Shot in the dome

In a dream it does

Rummaging through trash

      Cans 

We humans think when we

    Can get away with this

Picked from a train crash

Feeling lucky to be alive

Seeing life flash before my

               Eyes

Learn to live cheap

Before you die

Drinking the finest wines

I learned not to cry

I got used to these memories 

They came for me

Have they come for you 

  Flying high

Sniffing on glue

From me to you

Soon this place will be a

         Zoo

Marking us with tattoos

Sealing our fates

Hosing us till we are raw

A patient in the Waiting room

Making friends like psychos do

Left from my lips I have

   My fathers eyes

Floating around like butterflies 

    Drunk on cyanide

They injure you destiny  manipulating 

         Our destiny