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Living is not for pussies

Carry it with you
  The pain and the purpose
Don't forget that you are hated and love

Take it all in
         experience
              after 
                  experience

A great big flaming pile of life
                And death is its reward

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  • poetryality silver member
    November 17, 2008

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    HEAVY!

    I apologize for using the hippy jargon but your poetry took me there! There must be balance. We would truly tilt, and walk to one side if living had no way to weight itself in steady balance.

    Joy would have no evidence without Sorrow. The negative and positive all occur at once. The problem is...as I perceive and bear witness;

    Humans tend to take preference of feelings, one over the other and visa versa. Get it!?

    Thanks for the mind exercise, and the gift of brevity you have shared with us.



    Much Love & Respect ♥

    Renee


  • righteousme
    November 12, 2008

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    oh that sweet death . the end of the monotony . the pain . the purpose . sometimes goes hidden . make it last . make the best of this life ... great piece ...


  • MikeLondon gold member
    November 10, 2008
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    Unnecessarily nihilistic, but sadly too true.