I push emotions through my fingers
on to the keyboard.
I should write about love, hate and pain
but I choose to bury them
in an abandoned seaboard
We love to cry
read parables and metaphors
compare sunlight to beauty
turn beauty to tears
most hopeless of impostors
Dress death in colors and
paint the dead with words,
ornaments of flesh
an experiment for creativity
to impress the mindless herds.
How bitter are your tears and
how abysmal is your love
when there is no audience in the theater,
emotions are filtered through a processor
and pain approximates to an octave?
Digital feelings and binary tears
you sprinkle on the screen
and the world is a neglected graveyard
playing to a full audience
that is falling asleep.
So hear this emotional one,
when the hole in your soul you seek to repair
do not neglect the millions of voices,
humans and beasts
crying in despair.
Fivos R Drymiotis 7/13/2005