Cognitive Dissidence, The mechanism of warfare and subversion for intellectual revolutionaries.
Saturday, 6 November 2010
For the Crows of Conformity
Pebbles in a pond,
All go plop, one at a time.
Fall in silence to the bottom.
Your words are pebbles,
In high piles on the bottom,
Ripples come and gone.
Our shrines of stone,
Ideology, dead sentences,
Graveyards of dreams.
A golden eagle fly’s,
Glittering upon the new dawn,
Vision is her name.
Vision touches God,
Mocked by crows of conformity,
Trapped beneath the clouds.
With wings afire, falls,
As an holy angel to the ground,
Thought becoming form.
Smoke rises from the fiery pyre,
The white egg of inspiration,
Waits within the ashes.
Hid in our plain sight,
Awaiting a wanderer,
To free it from the flames.
A phoenix rises,
The spirit of inspiration,
Escaping from the page.
Thankyou for that, Lee - well up to your regular standard!
ReplyDeleteKeep 'em coming, we love a chuckle.
Thanks a lot.
ReplyDeleteA fiver for you, if you can identify the rhyme of the poem.
Off topic, but I notice the BNP's dodgy thermometer seems to have soared by about 9,000 today! They're not even being subtle about it any more.
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