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Highflown: Love

In the highflown language
Of moon travelers
Social scientist sort our hearts-
Add their smog-crippled vision-
And rearrange our private pains
Along the Wall Street of current demands;
And my people become the
Cocaine that makes America high:
Become dreams
America sucks through maniacal straws of sleep;
Discounting our lore,
The scientist say we cannot love
say our needs are numbed:
But sometimes,
When you construct knots in my throat
And your lips re-create my heartclock,
I am hypnotized by the aggregate passion
Of my past  by the sum of my historical ecstasy:
A power we know
Cannot be stilled by airborne theories of scholars
Nestled in Freudian citadels:
A power that cannot be seen
Or flattened to fit the pages of a book.

Eugene B. Redmond

Come on family, let’s not let our POWER be stilled
or our LOVE numbed by airbore theories of scholars
and their smog-crippled vision.
But be that that is the sum of our historical ecstasy.
Have a great week family,
About tenthltr2u (1074 Articles)
A child of the 60's I often feel out of place in the world as it exist today. Too much excess, too much materialism, too few people who genuinely care or give a damn. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. Antoine de Saint-Exupery

3 Comments on Highflown: Love

  1. hmmmmmm…..thought provoking


  2. But that’s the whole idea.


     "when are teenagers not a grouch"? Hmmm….when they want something?..ha! Thanks for coming by. Nice seeing you again.


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