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Conversations With The Mind - Humans?
Astrology mind set that we are gone
The history of a closed set
With, but no single coil of hope
Lost to the wind
Harps of the dead play
Color the sky in numbers
How many Humans?
A cloud on which we sit
Brushed through the hair of God
And told to be good
When an explosion kills our heaven
and our own earth hates us
Why not return to the caves and clubs?
Cutting into my soul through razors
When is the end of the world?
Christ bearing the cross for Christs sake were lost
Find our planet in the lost and found bin
Find our fathers in the abandoned bin
Our lives in the shit
Our money in the happy department
Love is on sale only 49.99$
A violent cruel pornography
Based on the lives of nothing more than flesh
A knife has more meaning these days
Whisper I love you
Control every move
Strings
Make a wish on a shooting star that explodes somewhere
Wait until the sun turns its back on us
Till the moon rises into the sun
Till earth fights back
Where the fuck is our guiding light?
Our Moses
Part our sea of hate and tell mother nature to give us another chance
I can see the stars
Their the audience to it all
I'm sorry
The history of a closed set
With, but no single coil of hope
Lost to the wind
Harps of the dead play
Color the sky in numbers
How many Humans?
A cloud on which we sit
Brushed through the hair of God
And told to be good
When an explosion kills our heaven
and our own earth hates us
Why not return to the caves and clubs?
Cutting into my soul through razors
When is the end of the world?
Christ bearing the cross for Christs sake were lost
Find our planet in the lost and found bin
Find our fathers in the abandoned bin
Our lives in the shit
Our money in the happy department
Love is on sale only 49.99$
A violent cruel pornography
Based on the lives of nothing more than flesh
A knife has more meaning these days
Whisper I love you
Control every move
Strings
Make a wish on a shooting star that explodes somewhere
Wait until the sun turns its back on us
Till the moon rises into the sun
Till earth fights back
Where the fuck is our guiding light?
Our Moses
Part our sea of hate and tell mother nature to give us another chance
I can see the stars
Their the audience to it all
I'm sorry
Published 22nd Apr 2010
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15th May 2010 9:15pm
A perfect setiment to this pointless existence.
Your nihilistic stance and artful words has produced a poem full of real beauty and meaning - there is no meaning and why does there need to be? But without meaning there need not be morals, but where has this got us? Destruction, depravity, selfishness...a few words to descibe how we have destroyed ourselves, each other and the world around us. But where do we go from here - some turn to faith to provide meaning, the rest of us have to accept there is no meaning and just appreciate that nature has given us the opportunity to live and revel in the awesome beauty of an epic natural occurrence.
Among many, 'Christ bearing the cross for Christs sake were lost' and 'Make a wish on a shooting star that explodes somewhere' are two of my favourite lines.
This is exceptional writing from a very deep and reflective mind.
Really great!
Your nihilistic stance and artful words has produced a poem full of real beauty and meaning - there is no meaning and why does there need to be? But without meaning there need not be morals, but where has this got us? Destruction, depravity, selfishness...a few words to descibe how we have destroyed ourselves, each other and the world around us. But where do we go from here - some turn to faith to provide meaning, the rest of us have to accept there is no meaning and just appreciate that nature has given us the opportunity to live and revel in the awesome beauty of an epic natural occurrence.
Among many, 'Christ bearing the cross for Christs sake were lost' and 'Make a wish on a shooting star that explodes somewhere' are two of my favourite lines.
This is exceptional writing from a very deep and reflective mind.
Really great!
