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I DON'T KNOW what to call THIS
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I DON'T KNOW what to call THIS |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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Greatness for me and my children's child Just to feel what was coming I knew it was And now to see this great day to unfold A seat on a throne that seems too high A feeling of lowness I get inside But to see what is to be tomorrow ruins it then So what is to be it if I’ve already been there? I am the chosen child of the race of man To them I am a messiah of culture Yet to myself I am much less and yet How do I see the rain that is falling? Is it different to me, oh yes my friend I see it all most odd and different With great thought and feeling I see without end and wish to forget Memories are the enigma Let me forget them all and live now Confused so much to die To not know a thing at all And stay there once I fall Till one day like another me inside Pushes to get up and stand a wile This seems so long eternity But it was but as fast as naturally So would be the life I live Without the bricks of memories There are two of us One robotic and the other a ghost The machine knows what it must do to live The ghost is what observes and understands And so without my memories I’d live With out the ghost is what I’d be And so my world is changed to me To live by only what I feel And die without a memory These ghosts and shells are so overrated They can live without each other But to build each other strong They must live together long And when the robot dies The ghost will still survive So is said by many men and so is thought by me For I as you and all others do, I fear the end is true So shall the great corner be turned, it is coming soon No clue were it leads as the building blocks its way So say that you will prepare in this life for the next That corner is so rough there can’t be preparation For we know not the rules of that road so turned It is one that not the wisest can foresee Yet hearing things, that people die and live They tell a story that they their body see And after often that man forgives All men that hurt or trespass for he knows That all that glitters is not gold And in this realm that has been foretold They say that they cannot grow old And last out time that not will tell But I can tell and so I shall The world is confusing So it is to all who live Enlightened ones too Are fools to doom So I was chosen To tell all of you |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
whew, very very deeply written... this is heart and soul on paper... well done |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
c'mere for a mourning hug ~grin~ well writ! and I fear that corner is close but don't really believe there is anything else beyond those clouds except a mass of energy recycling itself not a heaven, not a hell unless hell be one's inability to get recycled... hmmm see what ya did to me brain today? LOL |
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Frank W. Torres Member
since 2006-06-10
Posts 133 |
Nice depth. |
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