Save ItA Poem by Michael HandelJust angry quasi-existentialist ranting at certain types of people for existing.I just think that they are bored. They open their eyes and aren't content, they understand nothing and ask what for? How is it the Earth revolves round the Sun? ...and what's the origin of the "magic" of love? They cannot and will not accept there is nothing. There's no magic force that binds us together, or magic-god-beings that control the weather. No Mother Earth to thank for her birth and there's no f*****g "energy" between you and me. We've evolved from sludge over billions of years and these jerk-offs still think when you die you live on. Ah, but you have the "gift of sight", I forgot... just see that your "energy" will fade or stop, stop in its place and get with it my friend no goddess no god no magic wand could put your life back together again. We're all just sitting here waiting for doom. We're souless, we die, and we rot in our tombs. I hate to be the one to tell you the truth... there's nothing and nothing is everything's proof. © 2008 Michael HandelAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 7, 2008 AuthorMichael HandelPhiladelphia, PAAbout"my poems are only scratchings on the floor of a cage" -Charles Bukowski more..Writing
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