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[title] => Path to Nowhere
[time] => 2018-04-18 06:46:03
[hometext] => Death
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Are we on the path to nowhere?
Promises fall by the way side,
But still we believe there is a place
Where angels take the worthy to reside.
Do we go somewhere when we die?
An eternal hell or heaven at the border?
No one exits this path standing,
We all get the tap on the shoulder.
Is the answer to death found in life?
Winter dies to spring and so returns once more;
The cycle of the seasons promenade
Along the path they have before.
Maybe when our breath has left its reservoir
We remain upon this field untraced
To contemplate the life we lived
And then we climb up to a higher place.
Maybe death is as it seems,
A nothingness belonging to nowhere,
No punishment or pleasure waits,
No rebirth to start again somewhere.
Archaic tales were written down
Of islands that won`t wash away,
And streets paved in gold
Beyond the path we walk today.
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[informant] => Durango
[notes] => Edited per site help ~ Moderator_18 May 13, 2018
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Path to Nowhere
Contributed by
Durango
on
Wednesday, 18th April 2018 @ 06:46:03 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Are we on the path to nowhere?
Promises fall by the way side,
But still we believe there is a place
Where angels take the worthy to reside.
Do we go somewhere when we die?
An eternal hell or heaven at the border?
No one exits this path standing,
We all get the tap on the shoulder.
Is the answer to death found in life?
Winter dies to spring and so returns once more;
The cycle of the seasons promenade
Along the path they have before.
Maybe when our breath has left its reservoir
We remain upon this field untraced
To contemplate the life we lived
And then we climb up to a higher place.
Maybe death is as it seems,
A nothingness belonging to nowhere,
No punishment or pleasure waits,
No rebirth to start again somewhere.
Archaic tales were written down
Of islands that won`t wash away,
And streets paved in gold
Beyond the path we walk today.
Copyright ©
Durango
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2018-04-18 06:46:03] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Path to Nowhere
(User Rating: 1 ) by softerware on
Wednesday, 18th April 2018 @ 04:57:59 PM AEST (User
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Ah, the eternal question we cannot answer! As you point out, no one comes back to reveal the destination!
Perhaps we cannot rationalize that we will end. We had no control over our beginning either. We just, for a brief time, exist.
My favorite line is A NOTHINGNESS BELONGING TO NOWHERE. And the subliminal message may be to enjoy it while it lasts!
A thinking poets poem!
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Re: Path to Nowhere
(User Rating: 1 ) by unknown_utopia on
Wednesday, 18th April 2018 @ 05:22:41 PM AEST (User
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Jaye said what I was thinking
and you are so right
we all will get that tap on the shoulder |
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Re: Path to Nowhere
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Friday, 20th April 2018 @ 04:40:31 AM AEST (User
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Very thought provoking write.
Good work,
emy |
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