naathyn
02-17-2006, 07:03 PM
You Can Run But You Most Certainly Can NOT State How You Feel About It
Pt. 1
The courtroom filled as the lights dim, no difference on any hers, Its, or hims, no more light left to bend, that's how It knows illusions attend... a beautiful mind, a beautiful place, kept underway under a machine race; that no one survived, all left to die under captivity of a humdrum vibe... the Judge observed the man in contempt, seeing he was fearing this hearing and began to rant... "Why is this man in my court today!"... "He was caught showing almost human emotion they say!"... the atmosphere turned dark and miasmatic as the cynical jury took down the emotive climatics... the artist put aside black and white and brought out colours of the day, and died... The judge raged on and cast every object off his stand far and near... "You little ****, I'll have you sentenced away from here in torture for years and years!" Take him away to a distant land to be exposed by animals just like him!"... the man stood up and shouted out "Must every issue to all of you be black or white?!", the Judge turned around, "Yes! It cried... the difference in you and me is you have a heart and I have time!... Take him away!... The judge looked once more at the crowd, "Emotion has no place on Our ground, another incident like this and We'll see where all of you "poets" really stand!... in this time that lapse, the crowd begin to rise and take off their hypocritical masks they once prized, they all give an omnipresent glow at the Court Marshal and halt, in their monotoned voices, they begin to talk - "Free those 'animals' or we will have You shot" - and feel.
This was part one, here are some thigs of interest. The light at the beginning resembled truth. The upercased letters were only given to the people of hypocricy and the reason that everything was bound together by "..." or commas was to show that this was all one chain of events.
Thanks for reading.
Pt. 1
The courtroom filled as the lights dim, no difference on any hers, Its, or hims, no more light left to bend, that's how It knows illusions attend... a beautiful mind, a beautiful place, kept underway under a machine race; that no one survived, all left to die under captivity of a humdrum vibe... the Judge observed the man in contempt, seeing he was fearing this hearing and began to rant... "Why is this man in my court today!"... "He was caught showing almost human emotion they say!"... the atmosphere turned dark and miasmatic as the cynical jury took down the emotive climatics... the artist put aside black and white and brought out colours of the day, and died... The judge raged on and cast every object off his stand far and near... "You little ****, I'll have you sentenced away from here in torture for years and years!" Take him away to a distant land to be exposed by animals just like him!"... the man stood up and shouted out "Must every issue to all of you be black or white?!", the Judge turned around, "Yes! It cried... the difference in you and me is you have a heart and I have time!... Take him away!... The judge looked once more at the crowd, "Emotion has no place on Our ground, another incident like this and We'll see where all of you "poets" really stand!... in this time that lapse, the crowd begin to rise and take off their hypocritical masks they once prized, they all give an omnipresent glow at the Court Marshal and halt, in their monotoned voices, they begin to talk - "Free those 'animals' or we will have You shot" - and feel.
This was part one, here are some thigs of interest. The light at the beginning resembled truth. The upercased letters were only given to the people of hypocricy and the reason that everything was bound together by "..." or commas was to show that this was all one chain of events.
Thanks for reading.