{"id":13181,"date":"2015-06-14T04:20:26","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T08:20:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=13181"},"modified":"2015-06-14T04:23:25","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T08:23:25","slug":"hour-twenty-musical-words","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/hour-twenty-musical-words\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Twenty &#8211; Musical Words"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Tiptoeing on broken glass<\/p>\n<p>I hear the laughter<\/p>\n<p>I see the smiles<\/p>\n<p>I smell the tears<\/p>\n<p>There is an elephant in waiting<\/p>\n<p>and a mouse in mourning<\/p>\n<p>twisting the remnants<\/p>\n<p>of triumphant repose.<\/p>\n<p>Glazed edges sense oblivion<\/p>\n<p>carved by the hands of crime<\/p>\n<p>tranquil empathy<\/p>\n<p>engineered compatibility<\/p>\n<p>tests of courage and of blood<\/p>\n<p>cannot stem the tidal mass<\/p>\n<p>inherent in truth<\/p>\n<p>succulent in agony<\/p>\n<p>triple bypasses bypass the bypass<\/p>\n<p>electric fences feed the wireless generation<\/p>\n<p>and no-one knows where they are anymore<\/p>\n<p>the elephant sighs<\/p>\n<p>the mouse cries<\/p>\n<p>the end is nigh<\/p>\n<p>is night<\/p>\n<p>and day is cause<\/p>\n<p>for celebration<\/p>\n<p>Possibilities prey upon loss<\/p>\n<p>loss preys upon catharsis<\/p>\n<p>there is no truth<\/p>\n<p>but truth<\/p>\n<p>and terror cannot divide<\/p>\n<p>the understanding<\/p>\n<p>of fallacy<\/p>\n<p>Trembling tongues<\/p>\n<p>speak to banter of a quiet nature<\/p>\n<p>trees felled<\/p>\n<p>in orchards are felt<\/p>\n<p>in paddocks<\/p>\n<p>across the sea<\/p>\n<p>as the elephant smiles<\/p>\n<p>and the mouse inflates itself<\/p>\n<p>to meet the challenge<\/p>\n<p>of survival.<\/p>\n<p>Trained monkeys are watching you<\/p>\n<p>as the source of all knowledge<\/p>\n<p>claims another life<\/p>\n<p>in another place<\/p>\n<p>in a separate time<\/p>\n<p>tracing the logic<\/p>\n<p>of counter-logic<\/p>\n<p>terraces of fear built<\/p>\n<p>in a wasteland of guilt<\/p>\n<p>Transparency<\/p>\n<p>wins<\/p>\n<p>every<\/p>\n<p>time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tiptoeing on broken glass I hear the laughter I see the smiles I smell the tears There is an elephant in waiting and a mouse in mourning twisting the remnants of triumphant repose. Glazed edges sense oblivion carved by the hands of crime tranquil empathy&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":660,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13181","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13181","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/660"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13181"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13181\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13223,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13181\/revisions\/13223"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13181"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13181"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13181"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}