~ A short poem inspired by the Matrix Reloaded Soundtrack. The poem lacks
any rhyme at all, but I wasn't focusing on that as much as trying to convey
the sights and sounds of the last piece of human existence ~
Zion
A flash of red for the human condition
A dab of golden brown for the sweaty skin
A slab of gray paint is the slave machines
The burning of yellow is the dance of a fire
While the orgy goes on deep under the flaws
A cool metal dash is the hope of survival
And charcoal black is the world above
The beating of drums is the echo if lust
The jungle-like rhythm that entrances us all
Sweat, shadows, the torches throwing shapes
Onto the sinful human flesh
And then the coldness of the grinding stone
And memories when Sun still shone
Under the safety of the neon suns
Tonight, Zion will dance and be alive
And breathe the heavy air stained with love.
any rhyme at all, but I wasn't focusing on that as much as trying to convey
the sights and sounds of the last piece of human existence ~
Zion
A flash of red for the human condition
A dab of golden brown for the sweaty skin
A slab of gray paint is the slave machines
The burning of yellow is the dance of a fire
While the orgy goes on deep under the flaws
A cool metal dash is the hope of survival
And charcoal black is the world above
The beating of drums is the echo if lust
The jungle-like rhythm that entrances us all
Sweat, shadows, the torches throwing shapes
Onto the sinful human flesh
And then the coldness of the grinding stone
And memories when Sun still shone
Under the safety of the neon suns
Tonight, Zion will dance and be alive
And breathe the heavy air stained with love.
