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Can you see sex?

Creativity killers
Can you think of sex when you look at a buiding?
At a garden? At a decorative wall?
A coastal city in the mediterranean
such distinct landscapes while-
half the young population sit inside
and share the same imagery as the rest of the world!
The same messages! The same lack of meaning!
The same avoidance of curiosity.

Can you think of sex when you look at a building?
Can you find art in a road accident?
How well can you cultivate a lie?
Could I learn? Oh no something snapped
The honest man has made a nest of suffering-
on this earth, this play pen, we´re forever toddlers
our building blocks are deception
Impatience to obtain our needs!

Can you think of sex when you look at a road?
Even if it was one way?
Even if it didn´t lead you to the proverbial mansion?
Modern architecture in their coastal cafes
ring oblivion! as they are as bland as modern pop music.
The imagination it seems is ever under the eye
of a dull imposer of what is avant guard.
A gestapo officer with the sole duty of-
extinguishing creativity as a whole.
A mortal enemy of mine in every sense!
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Submitted on April 16, 2015

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Throughapoetseye.blogspot.comSimon Bernard Elliott.International poetry.It´s about creativity and real expression.I am a traveller, I´ve lived all over the world. Always in close proximity to nature and poetry. I´ve written since I was sixteen now I am 31. I aim to open people´s eyes with my poetry. I aim to entertain and also to provoke reactions. If I can do any of these things- I think the hours spent writing will all be worth it. more…

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