[Esaz666]

I was sat working in a car factory in oxford, england, all bloody night
I was so bored i decided to write a poem. its a bit dark ....


Life after Life

Alien Syndrome, Mechanicos Unknown,
Feelings good but at what Cost?,
Machines rule when conscience is lost,
Artificial Life after Life.

Superficial reality begins,
Natural selection gone,
Substituted by machines.
Rejoice,
rejoice,
rejoice your Bastard Son
is born a Clone.

Connect,
Connect, sit at your binary trees,
Let the silicone tracks flow,
Cover up the desease of what we once knew
for a new ending begins again.

Relax, automate your mood, your life.
Take your medication,
Forget,
forget,
forget the foul stench of personal conflicts
and idividual direction.

But, Hidden within cells is lost knoledge, Memory.
Waiting for you to break out of your machine,
an insight is hidden waiting
' just imagine of what could have been '

Downward , backward is forward is the only way out of this regime.
Sparks fly, im telling you , ive seen.

" Sit at your screen "
Sit - at - your - screen,
Hide all your screams,
Tv's are better than most human beings.

Life after life.
As each car must account for at least one life in its life,
so must each gun.
Eventually each machine
will take us back to where we came undone.

Civillisations have fell and been born
many times before,
Meanwhile we sit here waiting
for the next world war.
Sometimes,
just one mans thought is enough to destroy it all,
Life after life is the only thing that is Sure.

how do you stay human
when all around us are machines?,
how do you save the planet?
when to the planet we are the desease.

Who do you turn to
when it all go's wrong?
Your god? ' which one ',
Call out to Angels or Devils
to some.

After-Life Afterlife,
when one dies
another is born,
the world keeps turning
and into the darkness
our dust is spun.



D.white jan 5, 2004.

[wertret]

I like it a lot, very apocalyptic, reminds me of Huxley's Perfect World

[reno]

Not to play the advocate to Satan, but man's problem is not machines, it is reptiles.

[mbeeston]

Originally posted by reno
Not to play the advocate to Satan, but man's problem is not machines, it is reptiles.

mans problem is women
fortunily thier also the solution

[GutterPunk]

i agree w/ mbeeston for sure

[drakesteakn]

and he has no life

[reno]

I fail to see why women are a problem? When I require servicing, I am serviced. When she requires it, I service her. It is entirely non-problematic. Or were you meaning women as in ALL women? If so, I would rather have a number of hot chicks running around than equal amounts of people...half of which...shudder...men... I hate males, I wish I was the last one on earth...God, I could be a sex-taster, a man who seeks to find the best sex on the planet! Hey, this almost makes MEN the true problem! Yeah!

[Zardon]

so many talented people on this site. great work !

[Falstaff]

this reminds me of the poetry of the former member of the journeymen, he wrote songs for a group from the eighties called flash in the pan...anyone recall flash in the pan. I like it..it does have a rhythem
are you familiar wit Haiku?

[BWX]

Money is man's problem (the root of all evil), without women there would be no need for money.

Hmmm... think about it.

[digerati]

So is there a rhyme scheme..?