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Post by anirbas on Jul 25, 2007 8:52:17 GMT -6
harpies and vulturine creatures
in weblaced shadows sit and spit
like dustbunnies forgotten in corners
and under beds til the next sweeping occurs
spiders and beetles run hither and thither
til the shoe falls upon them creating roadkill
we draw to us what we shall
by ignorance and of our own free will
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Post by anirbas on Jul 25, 2007 9:03:28 GMT -6
~each and every human...
to an indifferentist
there isn't a God
or an Allah;
Buddha, Shiva
or By, George...
it's all the same fairytale,
told over and over,
with revisions
and re-interpretations...
fantastical mind meanderments
let and set loose
from the thoughts of commoners
posing as mouthpieces of Higher Powers...
to an humanist
the universe isn't
to be blessed or blamed
for what comes down the pike...
that head of ours on the spike...
we put there ourselves...
the universe could care less
if we are one with it, or not...
we draw to us what we shall
by ignorance and of our own free will...
we survive what we shall...
by cunning, planning and our own free will...
we are responsible for the worlds we create...
as well as, for the worlds we don't bother to create...
at the end of the day, the universe
did it's thing with or without us...
and what we did right or wrong
isn't attributable to a god or a demon...
it's all on us...each and every human...
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Post by anirbas on Jul 25, 2007 10:36:00 GMT -6
~dynamic duo
sanctimony and hypocrisy...
a know it all nut in a shell
and a shard of rock thinking
it's a winking, witty, dark diamond...
a dynamic duo, well deserving of one another...
insanity and schizophrenia breed so well together...
where's the rum? where's the wine? where's my head?
up my blithering, blimey, balmy tattooed arse, of course...
we're all drunkenly singing one song,
playing crazed games, as we haven't a life;
not knowing, the bandleader was looking
for an orchestra of varied individuals...
stringed instruments, woodwinds and percussion...
one song is nice, if rather boring...
but a movement made
of many parts is sublime--
music indeed, in any universe...
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Post by anirbas on Jul 25, 2007 10:45:13 GMT -6
~sour apple
your predilection and wish
was to spread an infection
amongst the innocent folk...
to bad I pricked your yellow yolk
with magic words and doors...
sad, I thought you were a peach
when you were nothing more
than a bitter, sour apple
and an emotional leech...
funny, still in all, I worried
about you, when you did fall from the tree...
mostly, as gameplaying was only fun
for you, when the field was tilted...
good to know, you're in good hands in other lands...good to know...
as me, I'm still human enough to care and give a dratted damn...
and you, will always be what you are, a wise cracking sham...
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