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Updated on June 19, 2013

Walking in the handicapped zone

I heard a baby

softly crying

but behind me

the crashing waves consumed its tears

off to the distance

to the left

I saw the youth sacrificing their virginity to the gods of MTV

and this baby

would not stop crying

merging to the right

stopping at the red light

the world became a still photograph

and everyone just stood and watched

the car crash

and somewhere

a baby was screaming

up ahead

I limped and tread

into the pages of a calendar that read

the end

the compasses all pointed north, to the melting snow

but I could clearly see the volcano


the molten lava


the mannequins were moving

the world kept spinning

history was not stopping

this baby from crying

that's where I got off track

looked inside the mirror

and found the baby

was me

my inner child

soiled with filth



gaunt and hollow

I tried to swallow

the reality

tried to hide
this criminal activity

until finally

I buried my guilt six feet beneath my sins

and then the crying finally ceased

as the babies soul had deceased

and all that was left

was a pair of rose colored glasses

finally free from this torment

I got back in line

with the herd

rolled up my sleeves

and let them wash my brain


until the chaos

became normal again

until war

became normal

until disease

became normal

and the shackles and chains

made me feel free

if you happen to see me

I'm the mannequin with the bullet in my head

walking slowly to the beat of a drum

deaf, dumb, and blind

I'm the one dragging a dead baby behind

get in line


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      Eric T. Shortridge 5 years ago from MidWest

      Mhatter... thanks so much my friend... appreciate you coming along for the ride :) I have the day off tomorrow and look forward to catching up with your ink

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      Eric T. Shortridge 5 years ago from MidWest

      Keyverse... thanks so much my friend... glad to see you over here ;) and i love that statement... get lost, to find yourself... and sometimes we have to realize that things happen that we don't understand, but there's a reason for everything...

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      Martin Kloess 5 years ago from San Francisco

      Again thank you for this walk of reflection via your words and images.

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      Donna Keevers Driver 5 years ago from Australia

      Ah, I felt that from the tips of my fingers to the depths of my soul...

      Excellent writing, as usual, Eric. Highly emotive...and heart punching. xx

      That has me thinking: I suppose one can't truly find themselves, or true freedom, until the see they are lost... Tis better to be awake and aware, than to be lost to ignorance, yes?