Writing Life Doesn't Like the Society Play.

[Mitch]

[b]life doesn't like the society play[/b]
there it comes?the unrequited alone that has no name
the thing which seeks but has no brain.
it comes in irrelevancy and shouts in the rain
pouting nothing?feeling all the same.

time to bury the effigy?bury it deep
bury it where no one can keep.
make it shout, shake, and reel.
peel like skin, flaky but slim.

death to hang
that keeps us all alive
as we drive and scream:
"Hallowed be thy name."

death to hang
that keeps us all alive
as we drive and scream:
"Hollowed be thy name."

place your hand upon the way?
make it to salvation, the place we feign.
what if reality is reality, and fiction is rang?
the ephemeral telephone that answers with a bang,
a drawn-out speech to kill what thinkers say.
no reason, just blame.

"Hello this is fiction,
hello dear sir?
i wonder what reality needs to blur,
when he-who-must-not-be-named is here.
he-who-must-not-be-named, his son died for you?
the bleeding sealed the pact
live for him, live with act."

And quite aside?with sniding voices' eyes?
"I am fiction, and the difference between i and reality?
the difference is that i must be real.
beatific plane lies far away?
the place where you want to grace?
the place where you want to be!
do you turn your back from this? from these?
without nothing there is nothing to appease?
think about, think about it hard."

and fiction hangs up
and the line is blearing hell
the moaned damnation that expels.

happy-handed and hanged
life is a felon man
getting caught over and over again
with the same reasons against him against him.

the police officer, fat and obese,
with large hands and a doughnut talks to life:
"Come man, why you always break the la'?
why you gotta do something that ain't good at reason to it now?
why you gotta be so seasonal and so getting into trouble?
i think you're scared of what's going to happen now?aren't you.
you're gonna be to court, then you're gonna be in jail,
then maybe you're just gonna get the 'lectric chair and die?
it's gotta be something like that, sall right though?sall right."
and the officer, fat and obese,
the rule-man fat with power,
he eats his doughnut, and chains life in chains.
saying that life doesn't need to be having so much fun,
but he needs to be hanged.

all the people in this society play are actors
and they sigh and exclaim
"Oh dear god!"
"Oh dear me!"
"That's just life, you have to do it!"
"Don't ask me!"

and walking, those without their chains?
those chains gained from rule-men fat with power?
they just laugh at all the people in the society play.

when the curtains open each day,
the faces opening, going about their ways,
the people that really matter are death-eyed slaves.
and they just laugh at all the people in the society play?

and they say things they say:
"Working?working is for the insane."
"Interdicted, we fall framed."
"Ashes, ashes, we all fall down."

the smart ones?the ones that know
they say these things
they just laugh at all the people in the society play.

the society people are horrid actors,
and they smile with no face.
and they shuffle all over the place?
going here and there, there and here?
going round and round and round weird.
exclaiming there's nothing to fear.

life is a piece of paper on the bench
at the park in the middle of the trees
writing itself on the blank white
as seasons changed?the leaves fell from the trees
and life still wrote what he believed.

and he believed in living
and love that was true?
writing special arrangements to geniuses?
the ones who knew.

life is a rock rolling endlessly down a hill?
and as the ages go by, the hill keeps growing.
the rock keeps getting smoother, softer and less there,
while the hill gets greener, more fair.

life is a tree growing from the ground
eating the sun up and being quietly sound.
his leaves grow each year, and each year they are found?
on the ground.

life is a kiss being patted on lips
the feeling that captured all?and that captured this.
the red things that are so kind, the things that are most beautiful?
the natural finds that were found.
nature's nature abound.

life is you life is me
but life isn't anything.
life is you life is me
the way you move the way you breathe.
life is you life is me
how i feel and how i see.
life is you life is me
the way we cringe as we bleed.

life is you life is me
and it's meant
to just be.

[Mimmsicle]

[COLOR=firebrick]The entire piece is really good (as always) but what stuck out most, was the ending:[/COLOR]
[QUOTE]life is you life is me
but life isn't anything.
life is you life is me
the way you move the way you breathe.
life is you life is me
how i feel and how i see.
life is you life is me
the way we cringe as we bleed.

life is you life is me
and it's meant
to just be.
[/QUOTE] [color=firebrick]
It just sent shivers down my spine and took my breath away.

[size=1]I will steal that from you and put it to good use ~_^[/size]

I'll read it once more later and see if I can give you a less gushy critique...

- Mimmi[/color]