The eternal flame of hope
springs to the orphanage,
burning it to the ground,
as the children
return from the forest,
consumed with
their mindless folly.
With white dead eyes,
they sing Latin pig hymns
to the burning structure,
thats ladened with dark stars
and promising dreams,
that were always told,
but never had.
The eternal light of love,
powers the speeding
train for peace.
It blinds the conductor,
to convince the others,
he must bring them home,
to the killing fields,
while they're still young,
where they will die,
before their time.
The eternal quest for why,
bringing mankind
back to his flat world,
retreating from the edge,
confident the missing,
have gone to far.
Primates dispense
bones and sticks for men
to beat the earth,
and toss them up,
to hit the moon,
as they question the glow,
of their days and nights,
that holds the truth,
of why love exists.
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Profound and wise...
I did enjoy reading this poem... "The Eternal Odyssey" has good imagery, and the subjects dealt on striking points of social and historical matters. Lines fifteen to seventeen are superb.
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU, A.P.B.G.M.P.
P.S.: Line eleven, first word: I have read it as a contraction: " that's ".
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Breathtaking imagary in this poem - I really enjoyed reading it & I am left in awe of your talent. So many little pictures are floating around my brain now; your writing is so powerful and yet it's so... calm at the same time. Great write.
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wow incredable your such an amazing writer each one of your peices or so packed full of emotion
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A deep write, reflecting your thoughts of mankind, the spiritual, humanities injustices .....Such a evocative thought provoking penning. The question of why continues..Excellent! C. gypsy
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I think perhaps love is like God. It exists because we need it to. And everyone's version is a little different. It exists as an excuse for our pain and need, something to blame our emptiness on. Seems like it is never where we need it most, and never meets our expectations. Just random insomniatic meditations on the constant state of alone, and how every hope can change the world, just for it to crash and burn three times harder.
O.o I don't know if that is a comment or a ramble! But I liked the poem lol... made me think, obviously!
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circles begin right where they end, the quest for knowledge is always present. I like the neanderthal /primal feel to this. pagan? well-written, as always
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Very cool.
Hope, love, and the quest for why, but before the latter, I should think loss. I love the flow, and the imagery is very well conveyed. It gives the reader a sense of growing, a progression of life.
But we should never give up...Because love does exist, and it's worth finding in this world.
Very well done Liam, I loved it~
BRANDON
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Hmm!
It was confusing a bit for me at some parts, but hey; I'm young, what do I know? Very good flow as usual, and wonderful word choice. Never fail to amuse or stun me, Liam.
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Wow!
Great story poem here Liam!
Yes, this certainly is an odyssey. Full of imagery, great & intriguing content & mysterious allusions! 
I'm left wondering what 'latin pig hymns' are! 
You're so imaginative. Your last stanza has me thinking of 2001 A Space Odyssey. 
Thanks 
for a fun bed time story. 
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and again...
After reading 'You and me' I just had to come and check out some more of your poems and I am very glad I did. Another mega write from you.
I am a fan from this moment on.
Keep it up!
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love will always live, good piece also love the imagery.
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Never underestimate the power of useless folly, I would think that it tends to keep us young. The power of the ritual means nothing without the power of faith to inspire it.
Perhaps one day the conductor will find that side rail and the premature whithering of the defenseless will slow. I don't know if the answer to the why will ever be solved, perhaps we might make some sort of progress if we continue the search. Maybe some of the missing have merely dropped out, waiting to be found by those who can guide them into a truer meaning.
If we did not have the sticks and stones to beat upon the earth we surely would continue the work with our fists. As long as we question, as long as we continue the search for why, then perhaps love truly will live.
Peace
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In the face of capricious events, the empiricist sees folly in man's ability to create meaning, see God's will or any explanation for what comes and goes with the tides.
Yet love, this emotive, anti-entropic force, comes out of the haze and rises through the fogs of false hope to assail us all.
Interesting use of statements and images that remind me of the theater of the absurd and dadaism. Inference and interface not holding meaning so much as creating the opportunity for meaning by how they interact.
Interesting read.
Peace,
Tom B.
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Wow you can feel the despair the writer gives us in this wonderful metaphoric write shades of 2001 and Full metal jacket with children ...an excellent write dear poet
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Love the flow of this poem, very descriptive, very sad that the children were the ones to suffer but well done poet, love how you extracted emotion from your readers.
~Betrayals
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Let me just say...WOW...it totally made me think of that sceen in "the dark knight" where the joker is about to kill that guy and then batman saves him...incredible. Well done job all round. Two thumbs up. Only thing is, I really don't like the idea of children (esp. poor lil' helpless ones) dying. Frankly, it saddens me. But oh well, I am just one person amongst several I suppose.
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Oooo, Kind of eerie this one is..
Yikes that second stanza was so dark ,
I needed a flash light to see through it....
That last stanza was kind of sad.
This isn't something you normally write.
It's dark and dreary, not like you at all.
It is a good piece though, although it makes
me want to cover my head and hide my heart!
Great job!
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Liam
It looks like you've been dippin' your quill again mate. "And love don't love nobody." -c
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Nice job on this one. I like the dark metaphoric imagery you have incorporated into this piece. Keep up the good work.
Mike
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