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[aid] => mick
[title] => Purpose
[time] => 2007-03-18 17:08:33
[hometext] => i think this is a great poem and im proud i wrote it.
[bodytext] => My purpose Seems to be hazy For to oblique And just a little crazy Expressing myself in shades Exposed to higher grounds Amplitude sounds And just far to down It’s diversity that creates me Visions of my quest To save thee From dungeons and dragons Hiding in clouds Of fire and ice Witches and the wise These images Free me From an environmental Harsh reality That’s composed of So much insanity that’s a bi-product Of the evil we call greed Now I mention Society What has become of its Sociology? The presence of it’s unique Telling of it’s final fantasy Tall tales and abstract beliefs This world we live in And see Is not what it’s Cracked up to be Pain and destructive Tendencies Of such a hard way To be living Children There are prosperity Are gift to them Is a destructive path To a place that does not Compare To any story book tale Or life like poem We throw filth To serenity Have abstract discussions Of what we use to be How children were once Innocently seen In ideals that we’ve lost Hidden in Poseidon’s seas Mother Do you remember Anything about me? The thought pattern s The derived my personality My ambiguous senses Of the world beneath my feet Father Do you ever notice How I’ve grown to be? How much I changed my beliefs? How time shifted my out look On you into a third derivative And ended and then another Shift of my positivity? Life changes And purposes have wide rages From advocates for peace To neglected children needs It’s a life composed tree The bases of humanity We all live and we all die And this is what we all call life Like Abraham Maslow did before He composed his thoughts of self inflicting war Into a hierarchy of ones indulging existence He called them psychological needs Maybe these are our purposes in life To grow one step at a time We live with out knowing Ignorant with out showing What existence truly is What makes life filled with tears This is my life and I have a purpose It’s my existence I need to find My hierarchy of needs My reason for being [comments] => 2 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Epic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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