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The Soul
Fire, water, air and all
Elements that make man stand tall.
Joy, sorrow, grief that burns
Swallows him whole as the world turns.
Emotions gathered within his heart
Is as marvelous as is art.
Mortal body shrinks as it ages
All is done so it manages.
Blood, brain, and all parts of the main
The soul departs but they remain.
So why after death does man not stand ?
His components are there, do ye understand !?
If thou believe not in a soul beneath
What then is underneath ?
Elements that make man stand tall.
Joy, sorrow, grief that burns
Swallows him whole as the world turns.
Emotions gathered within his heart
Is as marvelous as is art.
Mortal body shrinks as it ages
All is done so it manages.
Blood, brain, and all parts of the main
The soul departs but they remain.
So why after death does man not stand ?
His components are there, do ye understand !?
If thou believe not in a soul beneath
What then is underneath ?
Published 17th Mar 2013
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Anonymous
18th Mar 2013 2:04am
Thought provoking write. Well done! :)
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19th Jun 2015 3:46pm
Nothing at all is beneath, even though there is but still.. some are just that chilling or cold so to speak, much the eyes cast such reflections of just how shallow one can become. Dust blown hun as is his living.
19th Jun 2015 11:56pm
I am just beginning to grasp the meaning behind "the living dead"
Some are alive, well they breathe, but deep inside lack a touch of humanity. In the most exagerrated sense of the word, one can say they are dead
But to persist with the idea that life is only a mixture of flesh and blood, and to close the mind to other possibilities is nothing short of an arrogant thought.
Deep in the eyes, we can see if we look for it, there is a fire of life burning someplace...somewhere...within those pupils
Some are alive, well they breathe, but deep inside lack a touch of humanity. In the most exagerrated sense of the word, one can say they are dead
But to persist with the idea that life is only a mixture of flesh and blood, and to close the mind to other possibilities is nothing short of an arrogant thought.
Deep in the eyes, we can see if we look for it, there is a fire of life burning someplace...somewhere...within those pupils
