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[sid] => 19548
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Ascension Divine
[time] => 2003-06-25 07:25:00
[hometext] => A very sincere poem about greatness and what it means to be a man.
[bodytext] => Greatness inspires greatness, and in that greatness, there is hidden a power, a secret, that some people would pay billions for. The power of greatness is one that can draw blood from a stone and ichor from a man while, in the same breath, turn a man’s blood into salt and turn the very soul of the earth, the driving force that feeds all living things, into a vein of cold steel that pulses and flows with the same force that it uses to suffocate our women and children. Names are lifted up and celebrated, or forgotten outright, on the whim of such greatness, and this is the way of all men. As a man, I have been taught heartlessness, nonchalance, dispassion, and anger. At the same time, my mother once sat me down on her knee and taught me of the forbidden. I learned of things such as love, and trust, and caring, but unfortunately, she often died before such lessons were completed, and I was left knowing how great love is, but not how to find it. I knew that nothing was more important than trust, but I knew not how to earn or give it, not even to myself. I was told by my mother to care for all living things, much as God does, though I slept through the lesson where I would have learned how that was possible or just what was involved in such “care”, and no one has ever come along to take her place. Just one drop of each of these forbidden fruits has ever fallen upon my tongue, and it has been enough to cause me to devote my life to this sick ideal of honor and justice that I have in mind, even though all I know is heartlessness, nonchalance, dispassion, and anger. The one thing that carries me forth is the knowledge that in such honor and justice, there is greatness, and in such greatness, if it can be held for even a moment, there is the power to right in this world all that is wrong, or to snuff out all that is good. I can only hope, for the sake of all mankind, that reaching greatness does not destroy my ability to choose the former. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 21 [informant] => butterat_zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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