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Array ( [sid] => 68160 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Der Fluch Intellektueller Kraft [time] => 2004-10-20 02:02:06 [hometext] => This poem might make me sound a little pompous, and for that I am sorry, but this is just how I feel. You might be able to relate, this is a poem of sorrow and frustration. [bodytext] => I am unlucky to be alive
Why did I have to be born here and now?
In the infant stage of human development
Surrounded by primitive beings
Who still only think in Neanderthalian terms
of reward and punishment,
instead of right and wrong
Here and now, intelligence does me no good
It only causes me pain
Knowing what could be our great potential
but unable to express it with anyone
I wish I could live in the future
In a glorious age of wisdom, ethics, and peace
But unfortunately this curse of intellectual power
Has only made me aware of what I will never see
Aware of what I will never be apart of
This curse of intellectual power holds only for me
depression and hopelessness
Life for me here and now is only sorrow
Because what I know is the correct path
is still years beyond human minds
And you won't listen to me, for pleasure is your master
Not truth, not honor, not morals,
not common sense, not even God, only pleasure
You are all slaves to pleasure
It inhibits your logical reasoning
Taking over the chemicals in your brain
The chemicals which you had no control over in the first place
Rewiring your brain cells, forcing your will
Making you lust after more,
oblivious to the consequences
And I am stuck right here in the middle
Unable to stop you
This curse of intellectual power
has made me realize only one thing,
here and now,
I am better off dead [comments] => 8 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Onslaught [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 16 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Der Fluch Intellektueller Kraft

Contributed by Onslaught on Wednesday, 20th October 2004 @ 02:02:06 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



I am unlucky to be alive
Why did I have to be born here and now?
In the infant stage of human development
Surrounded by primitive beings
Who still only think in Neanderthalian terms
of reward and punishment,
instead of right and wrong
Here and now, intelligence does me no good
It only causes me pain
Knowing what could be our great potential
but unable to express it with anyone
I wish I could live in the future
In a glorious age of wisdom, ethics, and peace
But unfortunately this curse of intellectual power
Has only made me aware of what I will never see
Aware of what I will never be apart of
This curse of intellectual power holds only for me
depression and hopelessness
Life for me here and now is only sorrow
Because what I know is the correct path
is still years beyond human minds
And you won't listen to me, for pleasure is your master
Not truth, not honor, not morals,
not common sense, not even God, only pleasure
You are all slaves to pleasure
It inhibits your logical reasoning
Taking over the chemicals in your brain
The chemicals which you had no control over in the first place
Rewiring your brain cells, forcing your will
Making you lust after more,
oblivious to the consequences
And I am stuck right here in the middle
Unable to stop you
This curse of intellectual power
has made me realize only one thing,
here and now,
I am better off dead




Copyright © Onslaught ... [ 2004-10-20 02:02:06]
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Re: Der Fluch Intellektueller Kraft (User Rating: 1 )
by thumper on Wednesday, 20th October 2004 @ 04:33:35 AM AEST
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You have expressed some of my frustration. I don't understand why people do things that they do. I wonder if the world is even going to advance seeing as we are killing her in our ignorance and self-gratification spree. No one gives thought to consequences of their actions anymore. It's just a gimme, gimme world. Sorry, I'm rambling. :o} Great write! Peace to you.
Thumps ; 0)


Re: Der Fluch Intellektueller Kraft (User Rating: 1 )
by thumper on Wednesday, 20th October 2004 @ 04:40:30 AM AEST
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OH, and welcome to YPDC! This is a great site to have your vioce heard. I know this is a little late, but I haven't been on much, lately. So, Peace to ya!
Thumps ; 0)


Re: Der Fluch Intellektueller Kraft (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 20th October 2004 @ 07:05:29 AM AEST
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You know there's a difference between wisdom and intelligence. I think this poem highlights this adequately. I'm sorry that you are surrounded by backwards people. Try making new friends or moving elsewhere...


Re: Der Fluch Intellektueller Kraft (User Rating: 1 )
by Onslaught on Wednesday, 20th October 2004 @ 03:13:17 PM AEST
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Tod ist Freiheit


Re: Der Fluch Intellektueller Kraft (User Rating: 1 )
by Kindredblood_dragon on Thursday, 21st October 2004 @ 03:55:14 AM AEST
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Expressed well, passionately written, an awesome talent you have there, cool poem, massive images painted, awesome write.


Re: Der Fluch Intellektueller Kraft (User Rating: 1 )
by Flipped_out on Thursday, 28th October 2004 @ 05:16:45 AM AEST
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Although I am in awe of your words..I think you need bringing back down to earth a little ..You are genius, yes...but also just a mortal human that can find pleasure and warmth from the stupid ones

Ich bin dumm, aber ich könnte Sie Lachen bilden und Sie warm halten

and how can you be better off dead? all the dead do is rot and smell, and have inactive brains...errr think about it..lol

Still, ego allowed...i think you are wonderfull...and very handsome

Kelly x


Re: Der Fluch Intellektueller Kraft (User Rating: 1 )
by Onslaught on Thursday, 28th October 2004 @ 10:23:19 PM AEST
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Let's just say, that I am not interested in pleasure and I have found very little warmth from any human being, much less the stupid ones. And I am not the only one that feels this way. There was a great mathematician and genius who died about twenty years ago who claimed that the very thought of pleasure made him sick. That's not exactly how I feel, but I feel that pleasure can only corrupt. Or if not corrupt you, then blind you from the horrors of reality, managing only to keep you content, thus disabling your ability to want a better way of life for yourself and for the world, and then you might as well be dead. I feel that I would be better off dead, because I could then get away from all of this. But perhaps, its just that I have not found someone special yet, someone who could bring that warmth of which you speak. But I tell you, Awareness and Powerlessness is a horrible combination, and that is where I currently find myself. Aber vielen Dank für die gütigen Wörter. Ich hoffe irgendwann, dass Sie gut auf Ihrem Wort machen können.


Re: Der Fluch Intellektueller Kraft (User Rating: 1 )
by assassinatorgirl on Tuesday, 14th December 2004 @ 08:37:43 PM AEST
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wow!!!!!!!!!!! and a few more !!!!!!!!!'s because that's so awesome I can relate! magnificent as always!




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