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Cracking the skull,
Bleeding thru the hair.
The shrapnel mixes with the fibers.
Mingling with tissue and essence.
It hits me hard, shattering my thoughts,
Interrupting my pattern of depression.
Watching the cat and dog wrestle,
A sparring match to go into the history books.
The cat is up, only to get knocked down again.
It's the simple human behaviors in life that amuse me the most.
Professional sports for instance,
Grown men being paid millions to play a game,
A game children play,
And then demanding to be paid millions more.
So we pay, like idiots, like clones.
Or how we can spend our whole lives chasing,
Something; nothing, a mist, a shadow, a myth.
Why can't we relax and live a life,
Unincumbered and lacking complexity.
Many though, feed on the drama,
Hoping the new day brings confrontation.
Only leading to teary nights and heated days.
Suicides, killings, scraps of a tattered life,
The remains picked clean by a career, by disatisfaction.
A life of promise turned grey and dull. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 310 [topic] => 21 [informant] => deadreckoning1983 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

Life Interupted

Contributed by deadreckoning1983 on Thursday, 16th December 2004 @ 02:27:50 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Peace comes like a rock.
Cracking the skull,
Bleeding thru the hair.
The shrapnel mixes with the fibers.
Mingling with tissue and essence.
It hits me hard, shattering my thoughts,
Interrupting my pattern of depression.
Watching the cat and dog wrestle,
A sparring match to go into the history books.
The cat is up, only to get knocked down again.
It's the simple human behaviors in life that amuse me the most.
Professional sports for instance,
Grown men being paid millions to play a game,
A game children play,
And then demanding to be paid millions more.
So we pay, like idiots, like clones.
Or how we can spend our whole lives chasing,
Something; nothing, a mist, a shadow, a myth.
Why can't we relax and live a life,
Unincumbered and lacking complexity.
Many though, feed on the drama,
Hoping the new day brings confrontation.
Only leading to teary nights and heated days.
Suicides, killings, scraps of a tattered life,
The remains picked clean by a career, by disatisfaction.
A life of promise turned grey and dull.

Copyright © deadreckoning1983 ... [ 2004-12-16 02:27:50]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Life Interupted (User Rating: 1 )
by blowfish_jane on Thursday, 16th December 2004 @ 05:28:52 AM AEST
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A very thought provoking poem, i agree with the Football players they get paid millions for what childred play. Great poem.

Hugs,
Jane x

Re: Life Interupted (User Rating: 1 )
by eyesxcriedxout1989 on Monday, 20th December 2004 @ 02:28:28 PM AEST
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Awesome Dane, you never cease to amaze me with your words...I loved it

Mason

Re: Life Interupted (User Rating: 1 )
by Nazmythian on Wednesday, 22nd December 2004 @ 02:27:10 PM AEST
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"Why can't we relax and live a life,"

I have a life !!! I do !!! Really !!! But I'll be danged if I can figure out how to relax in it. So many time demands and constraints. I like the way this makes me think of simpler times and much more amicable people.

Nazzy ~

Re: Life Interupted (User Rating: 1 )
by the_Ghost_Moth on Monday, 27th December 2004 @ 07:07:38 PM AEST
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I printed it out...

I'll let you know tomorrow.
I want to read some of your poems
on paper.

--Ghosty

Re: Life Interupted (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Thursday, 3rd July 2014 @ 07:38:01 PM AEST
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beautiful, real and another poem of yours that breathes
life, your style and flow are exquisite here, ..i had to
laugh about the cat and dog wrestling, that was so
cute, lol,

hugs n' love nessa

Re: Life Interupted (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Thursday, 13th November 2014 @ 08:51:16 AM AEST
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A little explosion of PTSD at the beginning? It read like it, hard-hitting and vivid. This is so good:

Or how we can spend our whole lives chasing,
Something; nothing, a mist, a shadow, a myth.
Why can't we relax and live a life,
Unincumbered and lacking complexity.

Humans are complex in nature, no?

~Scorp

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