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Thoughts  Poetry By: Graeme Montrose  a poem  Submitted:Jan 24,
2010    Reads: 66    Comments: 2    Likes: 1     Confusion of
Thoughts Crisp blue planet rich and full; silver sands with
purple hue, Wandering souls in outer space, endless sun that
shines. Demons hidden from all view; amusements crowd our life,
Noise confusion everywhere, snared in systems web. Gaudy
baubles, shimmering light, mulling crowds into the night,
Drifters lost in timeless maze, none do understand. Slippery
roads not made of ice, sending death through casks of wine, Like
ripples in the hearts of men, inner turmoil finds. War a
business countries play; thus life's cycle flows, Guns mean
profit for the banks. Death! A margins note. Drunks play cards
while addicts sing; TV teaches what is right, Music keeps us all
consoled! Politicians wear their mask! Lost in whirls of
emptiness, forged by hands of woe, Condemned to eternal
blackness, chained in Satan's cell.   | Email this s