We flounder around through this life all to often forgetting who we really are. We lie awake at night reveling in our deeds only to realise we have lied to ourselves. This is the way of conformity, cling to whatever mindset our governments tell us is the new social norn only to wake one day and realise we were headed down the track to careen with the bullet train and distroy everything we once thought we were. We hold out faiththat we we not arong in every disision we ever made, only to come to the conclusion that we can never go back to change it. When will we change our collective minds? When will we see that we are killing ourselves over the petiness that we created? When we stop and take a look at all that we as a human have acomplished that is good in this world, and realise that we can be more than we were set to be, that we can transend the evils of this world and defeat the Devil at his own game?
Yes, indeed God is the utimate Magician, and only he can and will judge us, but he also gave us many tricks to pull out of our gigantic asss rabbit hat. We are a strong species, we are survivers, we can pick ourselves up brush off and move on, secure in knowledge that we can save this world if only we try. It's never to late and we must not give up Hope, for it always remains and we always have a choice...Afterall, we are human beings not animals and it is high time we started treeting eachother as such. We cannot continue down this road, it leads only tro oblivian and distruction...We are!
Well, I like it.
Of course, I prefer this kind of writing over most poetry, as I like to grasp the writer as well as the writing.
The articulation here is on the minds of many, if not on the lips or in the blog.
Unsustainable growth is going to get us if our destruction of the Air, water, food, dirt, and any other ecosystem that I forgot doesn't do it first.
When you see the death of forests, know a civilization will shortly follow.
We are a strong species.
In fact, we are a dangerous parasite who does not hold a chair in the Circle of Life, and who seems bent on using or destroying everything that counts as sacred.
Why?
We ain't from around here, originally is probably why.
So, given the fact that Thought is the source of everything we have 'built', one would assume that at some point the 'power of reason' we supposedly have would arise and balance things.
Unfortunately, that isn't how it works with selfreplicating parasitic organisms.
No matter how smart they are.
So now that I have spoken at length,
The Point:
We, Are Human!
I would say that you have truly found your voice love! Seems humans shall never learn! They will, eventually, when they have no choice but to address the fact that we are all heading for the same thing in this corrupt society! Awesome work! xx
Well, I like it.
Of course, I prefer this kind of writing over most poetry, as I like to grasp the writer as well as the writing.
The articulation here is on the minds of many, if not on the lips or in the blog.
Unsustainable growth is going to get us if our destruction of the Air, water, food, dirt, and any other ecosystem that I forgot doesn't do it first.
When you see the death of forests, know a civilization will shortly follow.
We are a strong species.
In fact, we are a dangerous parasite who does not hold a chair in the Circle of Life, and who seems bent on using or destroying everything that counts as sacred.
Why?
We ain't from around here, originally is probably why.
So, given the fact that Thought is the source of everything we have 'built', one would assume that at some point the 'power of reason' we supposedly have would arise and balance things.
Unfortunately, that isn't how it works with selfreplicating parasitic organisms.
No matter how smart they are.
So now that I have spoken at length,
The Point:
We, Are Human!
Though it is not in poem form, the words are poetic, and the message is clear. "Treating" in the third-to-last line is misspelled, as is "defeat" near the end of the first paragraph.
You know, I can write about almost any subject, in poetic form and even an ocasional short story, but I find it most difficult to write about myself.
I am an artist at heart and will use whatever m.. more..