Contamination - YSM2023

Spin walks along with bias
Bias says

Sacrosanct is matter of fact
Matter of fact is suicide
Contamination is at the source
Adapted to the cyanide

There's familiarity in that place
Because it's always been like home

Spin replied

An opaque film covers the ooze
It bubbles up sometimes to sing
Anything to rise from this slime
Will want to become the highest king.

So long as they stay right here
In the place that's always been home.

We have plants of decay
And a mind contagion
The righteous and the elect
Nothing phases
Nothing changes
The bias and the correct

Bias asks Spin what of Comfort
Comfort says

In a foul brackish spring
Where the water is right
In an unchanging muck
The toxins are fine

The familiarity of that place
It's always been home

With the plants of decay
With the blood contagion
Among the lifeless and the select
Where nothing can phase
And nothing changes
Where everyone's correct

Bias, Spin, and Comfort distance themselves from Adaptation
Adaptation says

The absolute truth is claw and tooth
Claw and tooth is marginalized
A poisoned pool is at the source
And life within is traumatized

They reply

So long as there's familiarity to the place
And it always feels like home

The End

a reply to: Degradation33

that's dark.


but pretty cool

a reply to: Degradation33

Very good, Degradation33.

It would make a great basis for a song...

a reply to: Degradation33


I really liked that but was caught between wondering what Darwin would think and what some theoretical physicist would think of it

Both struck me as oddly appropriate here.

a reply to: Degradation33


Liminality is a temporary state
pretty much by definition

Alone
can I build a house
a city
society?

Those things are
back there
back home.

------
In the words of Terry McGuire
"You can leave here for four days in space
But when you return it's the same old place"
Eve of Destruction

a reply to: pthena

I'm so sorry,
that's Barry McGuire.
Written by P. F. Sloan.

Whoops. I was so nervous about spelling McGuire correctly.

a reply to: Encia22

Thanks.

They were written as off-kilter Pixies or Regina Spektor-esque lyrics, so that's pretty much dead on.

Like abstract alt-music lyrics. Most organic lyrics in music. Never really one for the rules of poetry, or really know what they are. Lots of switching meters and free-form rules.

And honestly can't really judge how good my own art is.

Adapted from a previous poem. Changed the words used to fit contest.

Spin was Deception
Bias was Agenda
Comfort was Comfort Zone
Adaptation was nature. Wish I kept that one the same..

Thanks.

a reply to: Peeple

I work with what all world societies give me in amalgamation, lyrically speaking.

a reply to: SprocketUK

That's applicable. All cesspools of like-minds that stagnate and fight over who leads the cesspool of rigid thought. A commentary on the arrogance on societies and the obliviousness to stagnation, choosing to focus on maintaining comfort and security. Resulting in rot and decay.

a reply to: Degradation33

Love it!

Contamination of the nerves,
Always rings with pain in my mind,

Jumping over sheets of rain,
A fluffy pink bed insane…