Teen Poetry #4 |
The Church of Lust - On Humanity |
fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Every teen goes through a period of angst in which he/she feels that life has no real purpose(Or at least that's what I've been told, and what I've experienced). This is a poem I wrote while in my own feelings of distress over the subject. I sometimes get caught up in reductionism, and figure that my purpose in life is to impregnate as many females as possible, because I am male, and have a duty to preserve the human race. But I hate that notion, true as it may be, in accordance to evolutionary patterns and psychology. I hope this poem doesn't offend too many people, lol. Every morning, we open our eyes and leave the house Of sleep to enter instead into the Church of Lust. Some call this Church the economy. Others click mouse And call it pornography. Some even call it the Presence of Christ, himself. Not that people, being sick, Really understand Christ anymore. Only that few, who Try to enter his presence in the mind, not on pew. Tick tick tick tick tick The seconds all waste away, As sex winds up and Life winds down into that pit Called money [lust].... I wait and watch and worry and whine.... I wish God would come and give me some sign. I don't want to fulfil my purpose in life. Sex will only make more children to experience strife.... Tick tick tick tick tick I watch and wait for that thing Which would give me some Meaning in this life, but it Never comes. So I Will have to do it myself. Tick tick tick tick tick "Impregnate her, make Him happy, satisfy sick Lust. Come and worship At the church of lust." Sorry... This is my own life... Instead, I will rebel against the sex, The very nature of the human mind, The world, the mind, the lust, and human kind. This is my life. I Will define it on my own, And not let my genes Be my will, mind and purpose. "Tick tick tick tick tick" Not me, Satan. I am a rebel instead. In the name of defiance, I spit at thee and the world. |
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Morouxshi San Member
since 2000-10-11
Posts 207San Juan, Puerto Rico |
dude. ive written like that! wow. very good poem. San, the wise San, the dumb San, the guy... |
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IsGona Senior Member
since 2000-07-14
Posts 723 |
Very interesting. Exellent style shown here, and you expressed your self well. I for one never really felt the need to find this 'purpose in life' but I really enjoyed your poem. Thanks for sharing Nice job, Jason "Every body has their destiny... I'LL CHOOSE MY OWN ~Hatebreed~ |
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Allan Riverwood
since 2001-01-04
Posts 3502Winnipeg |
Hey, i really did love the scheme in this one, how it worked... it really had a neat effect... the "tick tick tick" was creepy. I like creepy, though, so well done. -Allan |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
Good job on this one fractal. I loved the last line, very impressive. I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. I'm in love with my shadow I admire it daily |
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MidnightMaverick Junior Member
since 2001-01-15
Posts 35Duluth, MN, USA |
only one word does justice for a comment.. awesome. keep up the good work. |
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jeremydraul Senior Member
since 2000-08-01
Posts 1118State of Despair |
nice style, didnt offend me at all people are entitled to oppinions! ~JDR "Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation." -Oscar Wilde |
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Lakewalker Member Elite
since 2000-08-05
Posts 3289On the streets w/ people |
Wow, I love how this is set up, great job! "Disagreements stimulate thought, thought stimulates action, and action stimulates life." --Lakewalker http://www.thehungersite.com |
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keoni Senior Member
since 2000-10-16
Posts 850Up in the mountains in the NFC |
Great job on this one. The ending was great Jon "Your anger is a gift"-Rage Against The Machine |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Thankyou all for your replies. This dilemma is starting to slowly dissipate, as I am learning of other philosophies in life. I just thought I'd try another of my blendsw between haiku and other forms to make something that vaguely rhymes. |
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