Earth

Well dear man, not as dark as others but just as great. Depression is a disease, and it is getting to epidemic crisis. What is the solution? Well done. Lyz. XX

Hey hooded stranger. Firstly, thanx for the comment on my poem. Nice to get a positive comment straight away as i was extremely anxious to see what everyone thought of the first poem i submitted (not the first one i wrote). Very critical about my writing. Secondly, really enjoyed this poem. Thought it was deep enough for the topic yet on a level that makes it easy to identify with. Beautifully written... This is the first one of yours i've come across so will definately look out for more... Look forward to your opinion on the next poem i submit, will probably sit and type another one out on tues. Enjoy your weekend....kitkat

you had me in tears for a moment. this poem really touched me.. another poem extremely well done.. take care :)

HS I understand the sense of not belonging this does grow day by day. My solitary companion of the endless not so blue sky I walk this earth and nobody sees me I walk this earth rejection is a all I do see My footprints in the sand disappear behind me as the waves wash them away again and again I am completely alone I have no real choice I am the only voice Paying for the actions unknown Paying the ultimate price No friends No home No love to call my own I am in this zone forever it seems just walls surround me just lost in the fog alone forever I felt this poem every word as it is where I am. Electric blue

I like this poem for it puts issues to the fore and takes a stand. It allows debate. The chosen theme is universal but still provocative. There is a consistency in loneliness, which so often seems to survive partnering, marriage, children, crowds, and work, perhaps because it is so much about and determined by each person. Humans are shaping the earth. We have substantially addressed Revelation's horsemen of the apocalypse, at least so far as hunger, pestilence and war are concerned. Comparing today to the fourteenth century leaves a clearly favourable impression of our own moments, whether on materialism or sanctity of persons. The improvement in the functioning of human support systems allows us to contemplate the feelings we otherwise defer to exigencies. Often we externalize our issues: painting the world in the grief of self. I certainly spent a lot of time doing this. Most of my life, I suppose. I think most people do. And, in a similar manner, I abandoned so many loves in my life that I must suppress that grief or swim in it. Responding to the provocation in your poem, I suggest a thesis: each person is their own censor. We censor our incoming sensory data, our impressions of world direction, our exposure to love and our responses to love. In emotions, we are our more own government than in most things and we can convince the mind to conform to our dictates. We can endure the pains as well as the pleasures of love or we can determine ourselves inadequate and defer engagements. The earth does not retreat or judge, it leaves that to its inhabitants (I understand that the usage was metaphoric). I like that the poem touches on choice with the statement: "I will overcome". On another occasion I will emphasis comments on style. Regards, Brian

Venus WOW! An amazing piece of writing. You write from the heart and not the head, it's heart felt by me. Thank you for sharing this wonderful pen. Venus