The machine sits there so silent and rusted
Gears in ruins, they're twisted and broken
Cannot look for it makes me disgusted
The damage caused by the lies so spoken
Behind me sits many years of regret
All the work, all the time was just wasted
I cannot forgive and will not forget
The bitterness of betrayal tasted
Pick up the pieces, begin to salvage
What is left of a world that once meant more
Heal the wounds and repair all the damage
Just leave behind this idiotic war
Time will pass and mother will awaken
May she forgive us the lives we've taken
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Began to write this about one thing, then it took off in a direction I wasn't expecting...
Written September 8th, 2005
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Wonderful poem here Brother mine. Nature moves her own wheel, in her own time and that is so frustrating. Add into the mix complacent people and surely you have a breeding ground of indifference.
Just remember all the good that always comes from the bad. That is more a spiritual philosophy than a nature based one, and certainly my own personal view. But the stories of humanity, still, somehow, take precedence in my mind over the ones of nature and mans own cruelty. The ending of this is very shocking and thought provoking- like a sleeper, it hits the reader over the head with reality in an otherwise clogged machine world of pithy excuses and apathy.
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As you and Margaret both said, the poem does indeed shift from personal to worldly. Been there. But isn't that the same with many things? We begin doing one thing but shift to something different, more ambitious maybe. I understood your original intent, or should I say, I interpreted it to my experience. The machine metaphor is great. Failed relationships (whatever the relation) do indeed tend to sit there getting rusty because we are afraid to look at them and see just what happened. I know my last one still sits there rusting to pieces.
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I'm not even sure where I got the inspiration to take this in the direction it went... but once I did... I just had to change a few words to have it fit with the disgust and revulsion I feel at the "leaders of the free world" I cannot blame entirely the president... but in his lap lies most of it... but it's so much more than him...
There are people dying in the gulf coast of the US and he can't even get off of vacation to do something... and that stupid war has crippled our ability to respond at the basic human level...
I've just become sickened by the idea of being an American by the poisons that have tainted that ideal...
Thank you Margaret... hopefully Mother Nature will teach us a lesson strong enough and we truly learn what it means to be human...
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This sounded personal, but the couplet gives an entirely new perspective, it sounds like the lament of human ravages on the earth. I love your choice of vocabulary, all tending toward revulsion and bringing up images of broken junk.
Unlike human mothers, Nature does not take natural consequences upon herself. I am seeing more of these warning poems lately, maybe it's me.
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