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that carbon copy of death

which in turn is but a fool's folly,

a playwright's form of entertainment

of orgazmic preportions, thrusting one

into a masterbatory frenzie in which

of course the solo participant

need not audition for

such a role of

distinction,

do they

now?

And

when did this preoccupation

so illustriously infest the amygdula

of some one called jesus christ, who

took it upon himself inducing all mankind

to partaicipate in a journey known as

love, ahh!, that crem de la crem of

all illusion if ever there was

one.

And so life,

now had an excuse.

to spew unto an unsuspecting world

which in turn spewd back on an unsuspecting

species.

A species still in denial

of where it realy come's from,

and yet is a willing participant

in the prepetualazation of a

nonparisant pac with

it's self,

some what like the elated playwright

and all those who preseed him in there quest

to assertain a better grip on life by merely impregnating

there obsessive thirst for a better hold on one's

self.

Who

can we love

if not our selves

certainly not each

other,

A

lover? a friend? is it not all pretend?

i mean what the hell's in a

name,

darwins evolution

jesus christ creation

are they both not one in the

same.

Life,

that carbon copy of death

from whence has cometh this

lie?

that's start's with a slap that engages in war

and end with a sexual

sigggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

H.

Ben

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Life That Carbon Copy Of Death . . . Ben

Contributed by myheartsvoice on Monday, 30th July 2007 @ 08:45:54 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Life,

that carbon copy of death

which in turn is but a fool's folly,

a playwright's form of entertainment

of orgazmic preportions, thrusting one

into a masterbatory frenzie in which

of course the solo participant

need not audition for

such a role of

distinction,

do they

now?

And

when did this preoccupation

so illustriously infest the amygdula

of some one called jesus christ, who

took it upon himself inducing all mankind

to partaicipate in a journey known as

love, ahh!, that crem de la crem of

all illusion if ever there was

one.

And so life,

now had an excuse.

to spew unto an unsuspecting world

which in turn spewd back on an unsuspecting

species.

A species still in denial

of where it realy come's from,

and yet is a willing participant

in the prepetualazation of a

nonparisant pac with

it's self,

some what like the elated playwright

and all those who preseed him in there quest

to assertain a better grip on life by merely impregnating

there obsessive thirst for a better hold on one's

self.

Who

can we love

if not our selves

certainly not each

other,

A

lover? a friend? is it not all pretend?

i mean what the hell's in a

name,

darwins evolution

jesus christ creation

are they both not one in the

same.

Life,

that carbon copy of death

from whence has cometh this

lie?

that's start's with a slap that engages in war

and end with a sexual

sigggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

H.

Ben

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Re: Life That Carbon Copy Of Death . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Tuesday, 31st July 2007 @ 03:01:51 AM AEST
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wow this is simply amazing.. very dark but very passionate as well.. wonderful job here as usual from you.. you can pen out some very nicely written dark stuff as well as the romantic and dedication to your wife. very exquisite..

Rock on,

vampyress Jenni

Re: Life That Carbon Copy Of Death . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by Adreana on Saturday, 11th August 2007 @ 06:33:14 AM AEST
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I love the style of this one!! :) Fabulous work!

Re: Life That Carbon Copy Of Death . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Monday, 27th August 2007 @ 02:05:06 AM AEST
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deeply thought provoking and well written, it is wonderful to learn of the inner workings of such a fine poets mind:)

love n' hugs nessa

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