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Array ( [sid] => 82685 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A trembling limb [time] => 2005-02-02 18:42:18 [hometext] => an abstract poem about trees, tree limbs, and birds that represent the human struggle to rise above our own limitations and the limitations that are imposed on us by society [bodytext] => A trembling limb cries at the thought of
one last whim,
to fall of its branch,
fading quickly from fall
to winter, where there are no leaves left
to warm it's brown skin.

Or maybe there is one last brown rusted leaf,
who sways and sways until its last thread
peels as it drifts off into the eternal sunshine.
Whose father is an old suffering man,
a tree who dreams his last thoughts of ancient rain forests,
full of the universe's enlightened laughter.
For this was before humanity wiped its stains
over the battle cry of nature's love.

And the limb is the inner self of every young child
who weeps internally as we distract ourselves
and torture our mind, body, and spirit with
Mcdonald's, 50 Cent, and Grand Theft Auto,
smiling fakely with a plastic shield,
while subconciously remembering a true lasting happiness
in other realms which were all so true,
dimensions that we call life.

And internally our souls are trembling
because the mind of lost spirits,
bullies caught in time,
are standing at our stumps,
pointing accusingly at our decaying flesh,
and cavity filled teeth.

Trembling,
our souls fight,
claw,
clench fists,
through sewer drained trenches
as rats fight over the last crumb
of bread
that fell out of the sky
from a bird's beak
---the soaring symbol of freedom---

And as we look up,
our souls, caught
in the quick sand of the mind game's
trench,
pray to heaven that this bird will look below.
And as our last illustrious thought flows,
the robin meets our eyes,
equally,
with mutual admiration for our struggle,
and our intent to rise above [comments] => 3 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 21 [informant] => zenmind [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

A trembling limb

Contributed by zenmind on Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 06:42:18 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

A trembling limb cries at the thought of
one last whim,
to fall of its branch,
fading quickly from fall
to winter, where there are no leaves left
to warm it's brown skin.

Or maybe there is one last brown rusted leaf,
who sways and sways until its last thread
peels as it drifts off into the eternal sunshine.
Whose father is an old suffering man,
a tree who dreams his last thoughts of ancient rain forests,
full of the universe's enlightened laughter.
For this was before humanity wiped its stains
over the battle cry of nature's love.

And the limb is the inner self of every young child
who weeps internally as we distract ourselves
and torture our mind, body, and spirit with
Mcdonald's, 50 Cent, and Grand Theft Auto,
smiling fakely with a plastic shield,
while subconciously remembering a true lasting happiness
in other realms which were all so true,
dimensions that we call life.

And internally our souls are trembling
because the mind of lost spirits,
bullies caught in time,
are standing at our stumps,
pointing accusingly at our decaying flesh,
and cavity filled teeth.

Trembling,
our souls fight,
claw,
clench fists,
through sewer drained trenches
as rats fight over the last crumb
of bread
that fell out of the sky
from a bird's beak
---the soaring symbol of freedom---

And as we look up,
our souls, caught
in the quick sand of the mind game's
trench,
pray to heaven that this bird will look below.
And as our last illustrious thought flows,
the robin meets our eyes,
equally,
with mutual admiration for our struggle,
and our intent to rise above

Copyright © zenmind ... [ 2005-02-02 18:42:18]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: A trembling limb (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 07:02:09 PM AEST
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truely beautiful, i loved it and could have read on and on, thanks for sharing this:) hugs n' love nessa

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Re: A trembling limb (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 8th February 2005 @ 05:35:09 PM AEST
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It shudders and saddens me to think that man had the potential to evolve so diffrently.
We could have still advanced and yet stayed one with nature. I KNOW it could have happened that way.
Wonderful write here, and yet so so sad.

Re: A trembling limb (User Rating: 1 )
by FleurdeSang on Tuesday, 8th February 2005 @ 06:20:30 PM AEST
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Once again...breathless, senseless, and wordless! *Dunno if that is word...* Excellent and ever flawless, my dearest friend! Your work never ceases to captivate and steal words that are so readily on my tongue... and the cycle continues, as my eyes linger on this masterpiece once more... Zenmind, you are truly talented. Thanks so much for sharing this magnificent piece with us! Always a pleasure reading you work, cheri! All my love and blessings! Forever,

your friend,

Stephy *Fleur*

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