Cacophony of goodmen's voice
Confuses, creates humdrum
In my mind
Before all things settle down
Like a final line in ECG of dead.
Everybody is right, I mean, almost.
They have but good intentions.
Spiritual leaders pacify
Political leaders ignite
Wives rebuke
Clean shaven husbands torture
Teacher teaches and friends make fun.
Load of informations, system is hot,
I keep patience and do mistakes,
Sometimes.
I perform average, unsure of future. Ordinary
Gives vent to extraordinary.
Houses, trees, parks, roads, Sun's obvious glittering presence
Take U turn,
Change shade, become
Graphical and in grey scale, to the
Oblivious event horizon like
In some next life-
So far, though so near.
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Reviews of "Tachyonic existence"
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on December 6, 2007
Like the premise of the poem . . . That everything is as it should be . . . But not quite . . . Like, maybe there is something the same but better . . . Somewhere . . .
The Starlords is a science fiction/fantasy story about ancient Starlords (old gods) or ancient aliens who along with their scions rule parts of the galaxy.
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