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To Ponder a Life

To Ponder a life…

We stand and stare at our unordered dreams,
not recognising what’s been there relayed.
Younger somehow from what is remembered,
in accordance with a time that’s edge is frayed.

Uncertainty runs, it’s a blood streamed rage,
now thinly spilled courage in veins of light.
Carrying forth our palest weakened ideal,
terrified of even the dark white knight.

Should we not return to surface in this hell,
even a saint must have recourse to ponder.
About respect we’ve given to a lowly life,
some I fear believing it still has wonder.

Attention seeking fakers hold tightly,
pulling down the best of symbolic man.
Striking sharply while their irons hot,
stealing misguided people while they can.

If we are to believe in something new,
then a faker called god must stand accused.
He has been around for a thousand years,
a thousand of those he’s wholly abused.

Bring forth your hero’s, come on down,
non can stand the truest of mans test.
That being to live within a social gown,
content, no need to crave unique or best.

Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
Are we really doing so well, or are we conditioned to beleive so.
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an unusual theme yet very thought provoking and expressive of turbulent thoughts seeking truth about the beliefs and mis-beliefs and twisted certainly got me involved in that process...


raj (sublime_ocean)

these are feelings i just can't help expressing, as i beleive them to be at the centre of our troubled world. We as poets may never change much, but i can think of no better way to express feelings. Thank you for your comments Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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