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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
This is a little poem based on images I came up with in my head. The "Twin Towers" represent the people who are sane enough not to always be living for money and material possession, IE the "Ephemeral god". This poem basically conveys my hope that we will one day forget our petty differences and finally "walk among the stars" together. Twin towers that stand high into that Abomidable red sky will soon leave this place. But now they stand tall and dark, sentinels of and Era of carelessness and foolishness. Their tips just barely touch the pinkish clouds of The sky, where all is red and nothing lives. But one day, they will touch that sky, and beyond. For someday, we will leave this place. I long for that day, which seems never to come. What will happen on that day? I know not and Care not. For now, I must continue to worship the Ephemeral god, And fight like a savage animal in order to keep my Livelihood and sanity. But on the day those twin towers launch for the sky, I shall be in them, and I shall walk among the Stars, and appreciate their glory, for the first time. No longer will I have to fight, For the Ephemeral god will have been destroyed. |
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taramw Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 738 |
Hmm.. what you say in this is sooooo true!  Written very well! Thanks for sharing!~ Tara ~ "A poem should not mean, but be" - Archibald MacLeish |
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allan Senior Member
since 2000-04-09
Posts 620On the road |
I liked the ideas that lay behind this very much. I too feel caught in this grinding and reducing system based on money, consumption and exploitation. We are all symbiotes to this crushing system. Like you I hope to escape... someday. Good work.  |
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Jannel Member
since 2000-01-18
Posts 492Muncie, IN, USA |
yeah. i liked this. a lot. nothing in particular, just the whole of it. jann elizabeth Don't take any wooden nickels When you sell your soul Devil lover, time awaits you Now the party's over You're on your own -the eels |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
I think the message of this poem was outstanding. I love the way it was written and the wording. keep it up BUD!  I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. |
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