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"Gone" by Eric Wayne Flynn

Updated on October 15, 2014
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"Gone"

Inside

Trapped

In the land of the swine

Now we trade our hours for pennies, no more hours for dimes

Relatively speaking

Our inflated world, with inflated senses of self

Our ill fated world, lives sold as commodities so as to procure wealth

Shame; we are taught to feel, for shame if you don't spend

The Jones's have a new car and nice clothes, man; gotta keep up with him

The illusions; we acquire things to distract ourselves from how we truly feel

A mirage, in our emotional desert, our souls; possessions, we cease being real

Prisoners encased inside our human experience, our sensational dream

Stripped of our dignity, this cage of bone, desperate in our silent scream

No matter, for our voices fall unto deaf ears

No matter, we've been devolving for numbers, by numbers, for numbers, buy numbers, for numbers and numbers and numbers of years

Lemmings, over the cliff, over the edge, our only way out

In the dark abyss, treading water, thirsty from our drought

So...

We breathe, we walk, we bleed; so in that I see red, I see lips, I see smiles

Paid pretty painted faces along my skyline, selling us short with billboards for miles and miles

I see the silver tongued devils, deception with blue angel eyes

Green snakes on their bellies, slithering through their garden of lies

Twisting, turning and squeezing themselves around our still beating hearts

Humans; we original sinners, the beat goes on, doomed right from the start

Our bodies, our spirits, our land

Thrashed to a pulp, to a pile, back we go into a bowl of dust

Man and his will to power, war rages on and on, if we must, then it seems we must

Do what it is, that others do unto you, flesh for sale, you selling me, me selling you

All the things that we really don't need

On ourselves, feasting on rations, we continue to feed

Growing, growing, growing acting as though nothing's going wrong

Growing , growing, growing for all it is we know and love will soon be...


Gone


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      Eric Wayne Flynn 2 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you again Joy56, I appreciate the compliment of "style", I take that as genuine.

      EWF

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      Joy56 2 years ago

      Insightfulul.. I like your style of writing.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Very true Jaime, so very true.

      EWF

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

      Very powerful poem! It seems like the only thing we learn from generation to generation is denial. Jamie

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you Jodah, I despised writing this, I feel like a "sore loser" or a jealous misanthrope, and to a certain degree I am, but in the end, I feel that what I'm saying here is true. This is where our feelings of guilt can turn to shame, but from what I know of you, you seem to me a great kind soul, one of the good ones for sure. You are conscious of your self, so you are affected, it's those who walk the earth with out guilt and shame that are the problem. Thanks again, Eric

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you Vellur, we are completely enveloped by materialism in the USA, this I know for sure. I also see this trend is sadly taking over the rest of the world, even your great country seems to be going down a similar path. You know more than I on that matter.

      EWF

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      Nithya Venkat 3 years ago from Dubai

      Deep intense and a powerful poem. It is sad but nowadays I guess this world has become a material world.

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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Powerful words Eric. I can't explain this but this poem effects me. It makes me somewhat ashamed to be part of society and in a way, the human race. I feel guilty. Thanks for sharing, well written as always.