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[sid] => 133348
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[aid] => mick
[title] => in the darkness; may we trample upon those trully weak
[time] => 2007-04-07 15:47:03
[hometext] => i thought of this one night when wandering around at night
[bodytext] => As I gaze upon these moon lit lilies My thoughts of the pretty Within my mind Only then two wonder why. As I see them From a darker region than the moon Staring unto the ground with such contempt. I soon begin to realize, We, as human based existences, Have the tendency to trample upon the grass around; We trample upon that which seams to look inferior. We will see these flowers and bypass them, But we will stomp our feat into these other plants. And so, I pick up one of the flowers, Killing it for my own study, I notice the smell I gives off. Not the smell of a beautiful flower, But of the seed it so wishes to spread; Like a whore, It reeks of such a smell. Also, like such a whore, It gives off heat, all the way until its death. Then, it simply lies there soaked and with The undeniable smell. It’s nectar It so wishes To evoke To presence of Only so it may feel, Powerful. These are the things people find so beautiful? Is this why we have so many kids getting off to the power Of having control over others By a simple gesture? Is this why humanity has no more individual thoughts? They simply think that, that which is beautiful Must be enjoyed, In such a manner that all others are neglected, Torn apart, And destroyed Without a second thought. The flower died in the same manner as these kids, They both died from spreading a seed That was uselessly wasted. They both died by the moon light. Without remorse, Without much care, Without knowing a spirit of love, Without care of their own life Enough to stop such things. I simply find it bad when someone asks Why one has never had sex, (Coming from a 16 year old girl) Only to neglect all sense of the very caring The people they idolize Set out to show this world. The hippies where great people, Don’t get me wrong, But they only showed the world one Manner of EXPRESSING love, Never how to have it. The ones that knew this Would have to have known, The sun and the moon, Would turn their backs to this world, Until someone taught the truth. Under the moon light I type this, Not to praise, Nor despise, Merely to teach, The workings of my mind. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 43 [informant] => ferasdour [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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