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Birth Life Love and Death

BIRTH LIFE LOVE AND DEATH* Birth life and love ere death... is all there is to existence
ALL KNOW AS NO ONE CAN DENY having seen a dead rat
Blld*

The ink of love, okay life
May you alone win
if that's all the purpose of your destiny.
For me birth and death are totally linked
by the one and only ink
of love passion and satisfaction
when one is born to a world unknown...
we all know there is no purpose
for our coming,
except to enjoy love of mummy
she would die to see her child happy
then the siblings amass love
as and when, we grow
lust of lovers almost kills us so
once we also mow
we fresher ones sow

Later comes the departure of our parents
we shed tears of sorrow
to the solar system of energy we return
but then once we realize
they also came to go
we smile....
as life catches up
we become sans all
that's all what is the midstream
now you know
Love and life
both separate
from the earthly sojourn
we leave our place
for the youth we had seeded
for us now life has now ceded...
Birth love or life
we come to live and learn ere
we finally go
to attain eternal peace!

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As the darkness of oblivion closes around you as a shroud, I hope that out there some place someone will be ready to switch the light on..
I found this very sad and final, as if you have given up on a purpose in this life, I suppose if this were known and believed by all then there would be just chaos and no reason to carry on.
I oft wonder where those Children I talked with are and why do they bother or what is their purpose.
Listen to your higher self and remember that you have to know if it is the true self, then project it outward for always, and know what and who you are,
Yours as always Ian, and the Children..

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Unconditional love to you all.
"Learn to love yourself first"
Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

would I have composed
such a factual poem
ever

my vision goes
blurrer
as I move further and further
from that which is farther!!!
further

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To believe in something to work toward, is a reason in its self for us to live a good life.
Religion over the years has tried its hardest to make people fear most everything so that they stay in line.
In this modern way, now that most people have been released from those threats of damnation and the fires of hell, we have started to question every facet of life.
The main trouble with that is, there are so many people of all races without a final goal in life and think they are slaves for the sake of being a slave.
Science and thought has to replace these out of date Ideas and find a way of letting the majority of people choose the pathway they travel, I wish they would figure out if we are just here as an accident, or there is a purpose to all things.
Humans just cannot see the projection of always, where though things have changed the energy goes on for ever.
I wonder what we are that questions eternity, we make a word and cannot reason its meaning.
Take care young Bard and always! strive for perfection in all you do or think,
Yours Ian, and the Children xx

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Give critique to help keep Neopoet great.
Unconditional love to you all.
"Learn to love yourself first"
Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

Take care young Bard and always! strive for perfection in all you do or think,......
stay the way you wish to
but try to be pragmatic too
I don't discuss religion
nor argue about one's faith

ur all MASTERS of urself
and
as u say young I am
in heart
body apart
Thanx Ian
old friend and man

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Life is an end product of love but its purpose is not love.
In this poem you seem heart broken that love fails and life only point towards death.
I agree with you to an extend but you missed an important chess piece in life. Which is LIFE HAS A MISSION. And this is not just to feel love but also to create an impact. In life there are more sad moments than happy ones but yet we have to cling on to something called HOPE.

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