Spring 2006 SLAM! - Congrats to the winners - see you all next time! |
"Invalid Item" Stepping out of the wide parlor, I'm here alone facing an endless clamor. I can't handle this fallacious bright glamour where people are busy filling the city's empty spots. Where are the trees that once stood in glory? Stones are sweeping streets leaving us to worry. Large museums replace previous and superb story; celebrating fascinating perspective in closed tableaus. Tall buildings are blocking the boisterous sphere and call for clouds that lost their privacy and sheer. Oxygen is sneaking through the lungs with wasting fear; where's the fresh breath that used before to enliven the soul? Birds are bored from new comers and fan slipping like flying feathers after an unjust tan escaping the shots of passing or pointing gunman. They were used to create hubbub spreading along our way. Decades or years passes like sand and seconds slip softly from our hand. Rushing thoughts and hast are all what stand; no more drift to think, evaluate, or contemplate Hurly-burly all the way Early fume in space still sway Fairly blue sky spins pale in May The flower's scent enchants lost memories. Back and fro losing my hailing hope Early times are reveries of a once was scope Fairly through lunacy, I wander just as a mope The intrusive scenes lop off all of my dust dreams. |