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The Void Today

Contributed by WellEyeDo on Tuesday, 20th February 2018 @ 03:30:08 AM in AEST
Topic: AmericanTragedy



The logic in my eyes only strengthens my emotion
How can so much hate exist in world of such beauty
As the fire rages on I beg for the rain
The wedge digs in and I/'/m confused by the reason
Sidelined by the constant persuits in greed
Money just a knife to carve the divide
If I could stop the suffering I gladly shed my last breath
Could I bleed hard enough to save a life
Id take up the blade and do it myself
Stand on opposing sides drawn out as enemies
But the truth runs deeper still
And its true there more than one side to every coin
Though bound by a bridge of mental
A bond that keeps it as one
And if it were to burn they would all burn with it
Death is honesty personified
Ignorance is cast away when sleep comes etarnal
I only hope I live long enough
To witness a time when kids are forced to shed their purity
Because in their eyes is the only place you find reason
Before all the world destory innocents
Kept in the dark, Because they see only light
To awe struck in wonder to notice the pain
Then the hands of reality strip them of love
Standing besides us, Hate takes hold
The standered of living means that heart grows numb
To be anything you have to feel nothing




Copyright © WellEyeDo ... [ 2018-02-20 03:30:08]
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Re: The Void Today (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Wednesday, 21st February 2018 @ 03:30:15 AM AEST
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I think if we"re all honest every one can relate to this masterpiece, Yo:ve said IT SO WELL
Keep up the great writing.
I think u r new. I/'/ve been gone a couple of years but I;m back.
blessings,
emy



















Re: The Void Today (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Thursday, 22nd February 2018 @ 05:24:10 PM AEST
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You make an interesting point here. The opposite of love is not hate; it is apathy.
Love and hate require intense emotion. the total lack of which is, as you conclude, to feel nothing.
softerware


Re: The Void Today (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 25th February 2018 @ 10:03:57 AM AEST
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I think you are right,
but no one can ever
be sure.

having the eye
and seeing all
the seasons
pass by

I wonder why
myself,

I never know how
to become composed
as though the spirit
left town in a taxi
cab

All the yellow
taxi cabs from
NY City boarded
a giant Space X
rocket ship
since they were
piloted by people
from someplace
else,
And off they went
whoosh...
with some unexpecting
tourist as passangers

Peace!


Re: The Void Today (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 25th February 2018 @ 10:20:21 AM AEST
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but I see what you mean,
there is more than just
this invisible hand,
even Adam Smith would
say, knowing what
Karl Marx might
think, he was not
unkind toward the
very thought of
motivation built
upon love,
if one knew of love,
would the really
understand greed,
greed for the give
and take that true
love require,
if you gave more
power to the givers
would there be
far less takers
who take away
the workers motivation
for creating just
for the sake of
creating a better
world less bitter
than the last
but it becomes
hard to know
the true beauty
in a life time
when you have
been beaten
down to a pulp
by the machine
It is not any machine
though, this miraculous
thing, feels sometimes
like a water fall,
then you might
be sitting in the rivers
eddy, circling around
and transfixed
by creative thoughts
thinking how do you
give of yourself
in the best way,
or why would you
ever think to do so...

You are hitting all the
thoughts in your poem
that any child might
struggle to know
I can only hope
that they should strive to understand.

Peace!




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