Square One
One step at a time.... step by step.... one foot after the other....
What a load of Cr**!!!!
Nothing you can find is an infinite plane... it always wraps around to itself... so why do we suffer this illusion that we are getting somewhere, or that we are progressing, or that we have a sense of direction in life... Why do we strive to put in that extra bit of effort when it is all for naught?
All we are doing is going round in hopeless self-delusional circles...
What a load of Cr**!!!!
Nothing you can find is an infinite plane... it always wraps around to itself... so why do we suffer this illusion that we are getting somewhere, or that we are progressing, or that we have a sense of direction in life... Why do we strive to put in that extra bit of effort when it is all for naught?
All we are doing is going round in hopeless self-delusional circles...
posted by Frankenstein at
6:06 PM
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Hideous Delusions
Oscillating in our heads
Providing a fake purpose
Entangling us in desire...
HOPE - is a precarious thing
that is both a killer and a 'life giver'..
HOPE helps you survive..
The charade of life
to die another day..
It is the supreme deception
in the survival game..
To be content ...
In the here and now...
Tending to a tender red tomatoe...
Or a Cherubic Child.....
Appeasing one's soul
with the soulful song
of a fleeting swallow..
Living from moment to moment...
Simply illuminates the fickleness of life..
A hard truth... that we choose to ignore..
Because the day such a thought sinks in...
Like a clean blade piercing our cerebral cortex...
That fateful day..
We will cut the bonds
Let go of our desires
To luv, to hate, to compete
To procreate..
and tend to our young..
In a hopeless struggle for eternity..
fighting against time
to leave a permanent footprint
on the sands of time...
The moment we loose that sense
that we are working towards something
For someone
To make a change
To make things 'better'
For the next generation
To prolong the species
That one day..
Humanity would die
Life would shrivel up..
Can we let that happen?
However, frivolous life is???
However, sad luv is...
However, painful bonds are?
We are but porns
In the supreme game of survival..
So who are we
to stop playing the game????.........
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dewdrop, at 8:47 PM
pawns, fawns, all the little songs,
let the winds blow high, on a gray dawn,
parched souls sitting atop a hill,
cried 'is it over now?' but no one heard.
looking over their shoulders, at the soft warm light,
the cold dark night is over, a cockerel cries,
a day undone, a hole in the ground,
graves, trees, fever dreams, i don't care.
dig deeper, dig deeper you have plenty of help,
to bury your own, where the light never shines
the harder you dig, the happier you be,
you'll rest longer there, makes sense.
Wake up to the lovely breakfast smells,
burning bright embers on a scorched dry earth,
walk on it for awhile, just for fun, if you may,
sensory deprived, a slow bleeding heart
'Kill Kill Kill', the riders clamored,
bloodthirsty beasts they were,
over the burning coals they rode,
heading in to the morning wind.
Over one hill and then the other,
it doesn't take long if you are fit and proper,
do they kill the innocent, we ask the gods
strike them down, save the weak
the ground trembles, a mushroom lies trampled
if this be a morning many centuries past,
life is but a breeze, take a deep breath,
no one cares, yesterday was so long ago.
[Psychedelic Medieval Poetry Cult]
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seekerak, at 12:21 AM
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