Sheep blindly pursuing
the vacant salvation of
wealth and conformity
who sacrifice intuition
for the sake of
synthetic dreams
don’t make it far
in the darkness
of natural night
with nothing more
than polymer dogs
for protection.
Renee Novosel
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Wallflower Whimsy 
Set a little fire,
Watch the plastic melt.
Wicked Witch,
“I’m melting, melting…”
So thirsty, let us drink poison.
Starving, fill the hunger but never the void.
A zombie is happy to feed off the dead.
TouchΔ! Best. Comment. Ever. Thank you for this.
If you write words that give me words, I’ll write the words that you give me back in return :).
I’m loving this reciprocity. π
Well then, maybe I’ll leave more of the such on your words.
Take that, and other such threats!
Threat delightfully accepted.
:).
“Best of Show,” Renee! Very, very nicely done!
Ron
Haha! Thank you, Ron! So very much!
Such beautiful words, so insightful! π Regards, Iris
Thank you, dear Iris!
Amazing!
Thank you!
Synthetic dreams…the world has been devoured by them…
Loved your poem, my dear xo
It’s a sad truth, Joseph … but we don’t have to be devoured by them as well. π
As always, thank you!! β‘β‘β‘
Reblogged this on Human Interest.
Hmmm.
Another one I love which was so clear and in the end so very spot on.
So many thanks to you. π
I’ve written poems lashing out at conformity and the sheer pretentiousness of it all, with a raw grunge song intensity, and it’s nice to see someone do it so differently. So subtle, so full of nuance. Your artistry really shines through.
Thank you so very much! π
This is brilliant.
π Thank you, Robert. π