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Suite: Mankind and Madness
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Suite: Mankind and Madness |
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Ringo 
since 2003-02-20
Posts 3684Saluting with misty eyes 
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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness Sitting cross-legged on the floor with their hearts in their hands As the world they’ve known revolves without them Without their thoughts Without their souls added to the collection of spiritual energy Comprising the higher consciousness of this once great society Left vanquished in the dust of war The dust of famine The dust of pain felt in the eyes of the young as they see what once was Is no more than a memory best left in the history of the unseen Forces surrounding the world that was left to them That was left for them That was left by them as they gathered their belongings in the knapsacks They once held so dear Rage Rage, dear ones as the light of integrity leaves their eyes Cold and dead Devoid of rationalistic light, harmony, and peace They refuse, this walking cadre of the night Any semblance of the cornerstones Friendship Love Truth Guiding the principals of those who have been awakened Unto the sparkling reflection of awareness Given unto them by the removal of the chains Once binding them and the blinders Keeping them enslaved by greed and the false gods they once knew Hold aloft thine outstretched arms That beg forgiveness for the sins uncommitted by ones so pure It is to them this existence is all but denied Leaving them wailing with no understanding as to the reasons why Providence left ne’er to return They are so bold, so hard, so hard in their spirits As to have never touched the hand of G-d The scene, having been witnessed within the nightmares of my age Reminds me once again that within the lofty dreams of my youth I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness I was watching a movie this early AM and someone quotes the opening (and ending) line from the Allen Ginsberg poem "Howl". I had been rolling the title around my brain for a few weeks, and when I heard the quote decided to see what I would do with it. Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, "WHAT A RIDE |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
A powerful write, for sure.. and Ginsberg worthy of much inspiration.. very well written, here. ~Amaryllis |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
lofty dreams.... I had a few of those but life got in the way profound writing here Ringo |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Very powerful write sir... and one I truly enjoyed for the intellect and theinspiration. |
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Ringo
since 2003-02-20
Posts 3684Saluting with misty eyes |
Thank you all very much for the kind words. It is truly appreciated that you took the time to read my little scribble. Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, "WHAT A RIDE |
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