Avant-garde

Published by Anonymous on Friday, October 12, 2007 at 7:22 AM

Avant-garde

The blood lusted machine of streaming tales,

Groans out a loud mind foaming sound,

Thoughtless and runs on pure non's and un's,

The blood thirsty machine of tangled treachery,

Will send us back to time of lutes on a founding leg,

Repeated and taunted from mankind's fuel.

,

Drip drop drip,

Trend's to give,

Drip drop drip,

Give to live,

Drip drop drip,

Live to end…


Follow the wandering storm of Egypt,

Take the last ferry to your arrival,

Thank you for being the last of your kind,

The kind to find…

Posted by Anonymous  

1 Comment:

  1. Anonymous said...
    October 12, 2007 at 2:27 PM  
    I wanted the readers to know that this poem was inspired from the avant-garde movement. I want to concentrate all my art to avant-garde. This was my first try in the genre, and it will only get better. thanks for the reading guys.

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