We are born. . .
We are born into a world of wars. Wars betwixt good and evil, sanity and madness, the spirit and the flesh. We enter this race to mediocrity with an inherent vehemence that society steadily bleeds from the very fiber of our beings.
We exist. . .
We exist in limbo and we desperately cling to the thinning threads of this, our enslaving purgatory. For so fearful are we of the uncertain, that we would rather writhe in our decadent affliction than release ourselves and explore what lie beyond the horizon of this deceptive consciousness wrapped about us.
We die. . .
We die as everything dies. Just another band in the ecliptic cycle of life and death. Even the stars die; exploding into the very clouds of dust that create new stars, kindling the succession of existence.
We are reborn. . .
We are reborn into new bodies and new lives; our souls metamorphosing through each revolution within the cycle until we shed our familial pretensiousness until we embrace the enigma of our unknown destinies.
Author notes
I don't know I guess I've just been thinking about life, death and spirituality lately. Picture by RealityImpaired at deviantart.com
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There is logic and chronicity, eloquence and depth - this poem has it all. I enjoyed reading your ponderings. Take care,
U
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I think this all the time. I honest to god do, and I never know what to believe. I am the most undecisive sometimes but not about this. You made one of the best darn parts in this contest so far. IT REALLY DID hit base, I was shocked. Wonderful FACTS and great wisdom of truth. Blessed be and good luck!
Declarethenight
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Cosmic Masterpiece
i dont really know what to say, im kinda in a mental mire...but the piece is excellent, birth to rebirth in simple yet layered insight.
-cheers
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kool poem, i like it describes all so gud, sum up all of lfe and death and spirituality, great write
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