Who's Gonna' Turn Out The Light (poem) by Layla Thomas on AuthorsDen

Who's Gonna' Turn Out The Light
by Layla Thomas → (All Poetry by Layla Thomas)
Rated "PG13" by the Author.

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originally written on this same day, eight years ago.
I slipped into the twilight the zone out of their reach i slipped into the dark, light on and on they preach behind the walls of deception beyond the grail and stone immaculate conceptions we've created this on our own time in ryhmn is irrelevant though painfully spent creating,killing drowning, instilling truth and lies such things to despise inadequcies clouded beauty shrowded nakedness torn honesty sworn falseness often evident fantasy heaven sent fatal error bloody terror shadows graves mocked slaves lovers true me, them, you past and present twisted and bent free for some in time it will come to us all the Great Fall the block, the barracade entrapment self made self taught we rot in thought amused confused used fused til it's gone come the new Dawn pen strikes paper the silent raper of souls goals mended defended commended gone...empty back within thee pen strikes paper the silent.... the silent raper strips the mind the author never shall one undermine do you know will you go dare you stay 'we' know come or go yes or no torn sworn worn you're not the only one..... DONE.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on January 23, 2012

You shouldn't have waited eight years to enlighten us. I sense a general concern about the unnatural, natural order of things as we humans have evolved them, including the idea of mating for life. Social sanctions can be strong, but you appear stronger in this poem.

Ron

Reviewed by Richard King

NICE!!! It was worth repeating. I presume the eight years is a milestone. Kinda sounds like a "KISS OFF." ... Always wondered why we call it a kiss off when seldom do we kiss when we send them packing. Dick

Reviewed by Andy Turner

Reviewed on January 22, 2012

So much pain one feels here. A most intellectual write of the human condition. Battered and bruised is the poems tale. Yet the blank page can be cathartic. However, one can't but see a deeper insight. Men and our bloody testosterone has caused most wars, heartache and the ego that will never cease to continue, that is, unless women take power and instead of war, they go for a chat whilst shoe shopping and handbag, along with a chat in B n N's coffee shop. Yup, a representative from every nation chatting about those secret things that women do. And then say, "sure, no more war! Let's have a UN meeting, say, next Tuesday as Macy's has a half price sale on just about everything, except tools, cars, TV's, Hmm, let's vote on canceling the football season until all those chores of the past 15 years are done."