Pendragon
05-31-2013, 06:29 AM
Five
It’s all about sight, and what I’m seeing
Shapes and shadows, colors bleeding
Faces floating in every crowd
Landscapes, seascapes, city towers
So much to see and time is fleeting
It’s all about sight and what I’m seeing…
It’s all about sound, and what I’m hearing
Voices of loved ones disappearing
Birds that sing, rumble of the streets
Discordant symphony of different beats
The sirens wail, death is nearing
It’s all about sound and what I’m hearing
It’s all about scent, the things I’m smelling
Stench of life, perfumes compelling
Acrid smoke, the ozone burning
Smell of death sets the stomach churning
Vomit from last night’s reveling
It’s all about scent and what I’m smelling
It’s all about zest, and what I taste
Air contaminated by toxic waste
Processed food that has no flavor
Bitter, sour, salty—what’s to savor?
Viands with putrid poison laced—
It’s all about zest, and the things I taste…
It’s all about touch, the things I’m feeling
Sticky, wet rags, the crime concealing
Sharp edges bite, rough surfaces burn
Touch slides past the point of no return
The floor is smeared with blood congealing
It’s all about touch and what I’m feeling…
Pendragon
(C) 5/31/2012
It’s all about sight, and what I’m seeing
Shapes and shadows, colors bleeding
Faces floating in every crowd
Landscapes, seascapes, city towers
So much to see and time is fleeting
It’s all about sight and what I’m seeing…
It’s all about sound, and what I’m hearing
Voices of loved ones disappearing
Birds that sing, rumble of the streets
Discordant symphony of different beats
The sirens wail, death is nearing
It’s all about sound and what I’m hearing
It’s all about scent, the things I’m smelling
Stench of life, perfumes compelling
Acrid smoke, the ozone burning
Smell of death sets the stomach churning
Vomit from last night’s reveling
It’s all about scent and what I’m smelling
It’s all about zest, and what I taste
Air contaminated by toxic waste
Processed food that has no flavor
Bitter, sour, salty—what’s to savor?
Viands with putrid poison laced—
It’s all about zest, and the things I taste…
It’s all about touch, the things I’m feeling
Sticky, wet rags, the crime concealing
Sharp edges bite, rough surfaces burn
Touch slides past the point of no return
The floor is smeared with blood congealing
It’s all about touch and what I’m feeling…
Pendragon
(C) 5/31/2012