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| Holocollector | Apr 14 2008, 06:28 AM Post #1 |
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Christmas is Coming
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Brand-New Foreigners Languages that do not reach our Ears are like scrambled signals, Except that they are alien to those That do not know them. Outsiders Like foreigners, Once we decode what is there. They hear us, like technicians Who do not know the words. But the words do not come to us Like outsiders in a world that Has now changed, all these years Of not having seen or heard them, as if We had been trapped in prison cells All these years. In white prison cells, Thinking of nothing but the same World. We had become known by the ways of Where we were from. But we had become Overcome by these very new things we learned and that is why We felt that we could not keep up. Out in a place as open as space like land There have been new discoveries We find new things as we land. The culture of those we find, Who think we are somehow superior Or inferior to discover, All these years Traveling what was in coasted landing to coasted Landing where firstborn feet Had landed. We now know what was There all these years of not having seen outside Or been to the new frontier. The new experiences like the new frontier, What they taste like is not sour or bitter, But the many seasonings of life, they help themselves To the new things they find. Like new people they eat The slim pickings of experience, isolated of the world, Getting use to the tangy smells, overwhelming, The new world like new born people, picking up everything, The sounds with indian ears. And everything they Know that they did feel they did smell like dogs Onto a new scent having found New things. People that were aliens and Not of modern civilization very much like people That were unknown, newly discovered, Savages with firstborn feet, they quickly Became new people, having landing from coast to coast Finding everything up to the people who found them, Quickly changing like people Who were brought to civilization and To the edges of many coasts, they who found a paradise no One had discovered. Societys place to get lost, And that where everything they found that they did not know of, Brand new. All experiencing all things they did not know For the very first time. |
| Note: My english writing skills need work so donīt even think of asking me to change it entirely or relearn my english (the impossible). I donīt like the signature, I willl eventually add a picture. | |
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