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Weeds that overgrew the garden; Unattended, growing hardened.

Exiled here with no escape. Left alone to face our fate.
No memory of our history. Our purpose is a mystery.

Making up our yesteryears, Of who we are and why we’re here.
A population long forsaken. On a road unmeant for taking.

Servants once to gods long gone; Who left this garden way too long.
To find us grown beyond our station; Unsuitable for cultivation.

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Weeds

Contributed by softerware on Wednesday, 26th December 2018 @ 05:22:11 PM in AEST
Topic: scifi

How important can we be? Were blips in earths eternity.
Weeds that overgrew the garden; Unattended, growing hardened.

Exiled here with no escape. Left alone to face our fate.
No memory of our history. Our purpose is a mystery.

Making up our yesteryears, Of who we are and why we’re here.
A population long forsaken. On a road unmeant for taking.

Servants once to gods long gone; Who left this garden way too long.
To find us grown beyond our station; Unsuitable for cultivation.

Copyright Â© softerware ... [ 2018-12-26 17:22:11]
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Re: Weeds (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Wednesday, 26th December 2018 @ 11:53:16 PM AEST
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Very unique. I read it two ways and the meaning
Still comes out the same. I now feel like your last line. Great write.

Re: Weeds (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Friday, 28th December 2018 @ 05:33:43 AM AEST
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oh my
love this type of flow
*weeds that overgrew the garden*
yes indeed.....

Re: Weeds (User Rating: 1 )
by Hynth on Sunday, 30th December 2018 @ 01:01:23 AM AEST
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Very unique and thought provoking.

Thank you for sharing.

Re: Weeds (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 30th December 2018 @ 11:38:25 AM AEST
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now, who would try making up our past that
wasn/'/t truly real,
Agony of the Aleutians,
what is in a soul magnificent
imagine a white stone along
the beach, stained by salt
next to an ocean blue

Anthony Quin in The Savage Innocents.

what I am saying, is servants to god,
is a creation story humans from the West rely upon,
just like the people in the Aleutian Islands,
yet vastly different.

extreme weather conditions and a real feeling of living upon tectonic plates,

"how important can we be",
is a most minimal consideration

And yet, you are right to posit
that we are exiled here at least at birth.

But your main theme is searching for our purpose.
most feel burdened by the thought of serving a purpose,
as most work for somebody else just for a paycheck.

and you are right. It is a bland way of thinking about the meaning of life.

Filled with bewilderment.

Thanks SW, great write!

Re: Weeds (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 13th January 2019 @ 02:27:49 AM AEST
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this is actually beautiful writing!
I often feel lost, why, and not just
my own, what after, -
the lost feeling of no purpose,
and of eventually being only alone.
I really like it and I believe many people
evaluate life itself such as this.
And this is important to know.

Thank you!

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