I walk the untroden path,
The loner in the crowd,
Ostracised for my beliefs,
For speaking truth too loud.
You all think I’m crazy,
I hear you calling names,
But I don’t care, and you wouldn’t too,
If you’d seen the things and know what I do.
I sit atop this mountain,
For the first time peace I know,
No other humans here,
I’d love to make this my home.
No other people,
No human contact,
No lies, no pain no bullshit,
I find the place I belong.
Yeah you call me crazy,
I climbed a mountain and saw,
Nature in it’s purest form,
The wonder of the wilderness here.
I want to leave your world behind,
And come to live here,
No lies, no pain, no crime, no war, no rape, no suffering, no poverty none of your civilised society,
Do you call me crazy cos you mean it? Or do you envy my clarity.
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Written October 25th, 2005
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glad you liked it, hell a man writes a million lines, and if just one person reads one and it says something to him, then that man's time is not wasted
thanks for showing me i'm not wasteing mine
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Great write
I loved this, it was so well written I feel that the 2nd to last line was the best, it showed the 'civilisation' for what it really was
Keep writing and thanks for your comment
All the best,
Pozo
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*grins* thanks again abbi, if i can pleaase one person with my poetry, then i haven't been a total failure, close but not total *laughs* hope your well. x
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Oh snap on a cracker jack pack, this I love. Ahh isn't it wonderful, the desolation of those with descernment. Well done. You capture everything perfectly. I luuuurve it like I love biting bunnies.
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