Building Utopia
Lonely city, lost, alone
Kingdom of decrepit lives
crumbled buildings, raining down
upon these barren streets of lies
Nothing dwells within the dank
the decay of memories frayed
black and sodden, brown and crude
where tainted dreams are made
See the tower, white and cold
above the ruined land of past
see the people bound within
chained and tethered, safe at last
Storms corrupted bleak with death
brings corroding breath ‘er long
but the seeping poison fails
against the fortress bold and strong
Hear the silence echo still
the muted voices deep inside
striving onto bigger, better
eloquent systems of demise
within the miles of thickened walls
past a million safe guards dwells
The perfect cube of silver glass
a man-made heaven, man-made hell
Paradise existing as one wishes
trials and toils, left to be
no pain, no hurt, within Utopia
never wanting to be free
Built into a world made over
locked together the voices grow
To think its life, to think its living
but to never dream, they’ll never know
















Comments
your works just get better and better
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Oh, yes, thats SEXY.
I beg your pardon?
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As for punctuation, unless I have dialouge I'm not too big into putting it in most of my poetry because most parts are sentance fragments for one, and I'm lazy for another.
Thanks for the comment and suggestions.
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In truth there is no such thing in man's nature as a settled and full resolve either for good or evil, except at the very moment of execution.
- Nathaniel Hawthorne, Twice-Told Tales "Fancy's Show Box"
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