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  • [poem] reasons

    2020. 05. 15. 17:30
    • English
    • , 
    • experimental
    • , 
    • poem
    • , 
    • spoken word poetry

average 107 226 kilometers an hour
the Earth's moving, spinning, rotating, dour
and just moves forth and further away
from the core
from the base
from the center of the milky way

we've been here for almost of 13.8 billion years
we'd all been one and boom
we've been separated
lost, alone
till one day by design or pseudo-random happenings
we came back together
thought provoking, maddening

home
home is what we call a place
amidst all the empty space
that we share with our family
our friends
and our loved ones
serving a higher power
seeking the truth
or looking for someone
and piece
without the murders of the war
I think this said it all
walking through the green
and not through the rubbles
walking in the forrest
and not throught the ruins
not the trouble

I wanna hear the songbirds, not the M16A4s
history repeats, we heard that before
where the people lived, all I see is tombs
a collapsed building is like Lady Death's womb

look all the wasted lives
look all the damage caused
and for what?
to get monetary power or to liberate the fall'n?
destruction's in our nature
but distraction's our call
would you rather hit a baby
or would you rather hit the wall?

impossible questions have answers no one seeks
the reasons are neither continuous nor discrete
unimaginable and indescribable for us
our best effort's as good as clueless guessing
save for a

word says there is a girl
there is a boy
and there's a fate
that hasn't yet been tainted by the world or by the faith
word says that they might be able to find
a hint or a guide for a signal or a sign

2.725 Kelvins show the past
what is being made?
please, be my guest
we are breathing in nitrogen and oxygen alike
yet we all see differently
what is dead
what is alive

I had a dream
a god is dead
and humanity's the cause
that is a statement that only a few would oppose

I'm actively seeking ways to paint a target on my back
so people won't think about what they truly lack
for love is the feeling that can change lives for the worse
or the better or not at all
honestly, knowing is the curse
it's easier to disregard emotions than face them fair
this is what differentiates us, not the absence of hair

alas, at the end of the day
when everyone is home
it isn't easy to say
but what it's worth is next to nought
we could be sitting here and talking about the mysteries of life
it won't make any difference
only create an illusion 'mong the lies
of knowing more than we do
as of now
and as of ever
there are question in the 'verse
that none can answer
not a member
proper to the sociaty and proper to their cause
so let me take a breather and allow me to pause

as the carbon-dioxyde leaves my husk .11 miles an hour
all I can taste is bittersweet and sour
knowing everything is a foul bliss at best
not caring is the way that can let you rest
when they come for you in the middle of the night
standing next to you and you float and all you feel is fright
you can freak out and fear, or deny the demon on your chest
for the truth is, nothing really matters at the end

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