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Brand-New Foreigners; edited for good
Topic Started: Apr 14 2008, 06:28 AM (125 Views)
Holocollector
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. Society’s 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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