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Array ( [sid] => 160772 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => There is no point [time] => 2010-06-24 21:27:17 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I am wandering through emotions, days and lives
As if life is a big circus were we are the clowns and actors
hiding ourselves in identities to get a sense of security
where you constantly have to deny the urge to say ***** it all
to just go with the flow and envelope your mind in a role
instead of realizing that society is fraudelent and bitter
and ultimately a failed attempt at governing a specie which naturally cannot be governed
a doomed mission to control the apes we ultimately are
and we are apes, dont forget that, and apes dont believe in god
god is as man made as everything else in this world along with
politics, social class, familiar value, culture, science,
idealogies, romance, love, money, feelings and so forth
and with all these man made illusions that we seem to carry
as charms for a good luck or just for the heck of it
one question protrudes in the mind:
"What is the point to life?"

Apes with to big brains, killing each other
fighting for pieces of the ground
why do we even exist?

are we just an experiment for some superior alien race whos betting on which race on earth survives the test of time.

There is no point.

zeberdee, PLEASE, if you wish to continue posting poems, help keep this site INTERACTIVE, read and comment on at least 3 poems by other members for each one you submit.

Number of poems per author per 24 hours are limited depending on membership level and interactivity. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 270 [topic] => 13 [informant] => zeberdee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

There is no point

Contributed by zeberdee on Thursday, 24th June 2010 @ 09:27:17 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

I am wandering through emotions, days and lives
As if life is a big circus were we are the clowns and actors
hiding ourselves in identities to get a sense of security
where you constantly have to deny the urge to say ***** it all
to just go with the flow and envelope your mind in a role
instead of realizing that society is fraudelent and bitter
and ultimately a failed attempt at governing a specie which naturally cannot be governed
a doomed mission to control the apes we ultimately are
and we are apes, dont forget that, and apes dont believe in god
god is as man made as everything else in this world along with
politics, social class, familiar value, culture, science,
idealogies, romance, love, money, feelings and so forth
and with all these man made illusions that we seem to carry
as charms for a good luck or just for the heck of it
one question protrudes in the mind:
"What is the point to life?"

Apes with to big brains, killing each other
fighting for pieces of the ground
why do we even exist?

are we just an experiment for some superior alien race whos betting on which race on earth survives the test of time.

There is no point.

zeberdee, PLEASE, if you wish to continue posting poems, help keep this site INTERACTIVE, read and comment on at least 3 poems by other members for each one you submit.

Number of poems per author per 24 hours are limited depending on membership level and interactivity.

Copyright © zeberdee ... [ 2010-06-24 21:27:17]
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Re: There is no point (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Friday, 25th June 2010 @ 12:03:00 AM AEST
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Indepth journey through emotions days and lives,expressing all the anger and sense of futility that can bring whilst peeling back the outer layer of life to reveal the reality! well expressed and well written

Re: There is no point (User Rating: 1 )
by Aspirant on Saturday, 29th January 2011 @ 01:19:26 AM AEST
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I agree with you. There is no point. But isn't that, in a certain sense, perfect? The only answer that could really satisfy the question? You are looking for fulfillment, as all people naturally do, but I think the lifestyle of many people today is vastly improved compared to how we would have lived a hundred-or-so years ago. If humanity can continue that trend, then things really don't seem that bleak to me. But our feelings won't change just because we have easier lives. We'll still suffer in our own ways and ache for more. We could appreciate what we have now, and at the same time bear the burden, that others might live better lives after us.

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