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Semantics say much of what humans have created for communication with themselves and others. They only need to dissect and de-vowel, apply given nouns to their chosen adjectives. Some making more sense than when construed to define innocent verbiage of denial and with encoded killing purpose of intent.
Acceleration makes haste where risk is taken to achieve wasteful goals that reach far beyond the muscle and brawn of evolved human male ability. Life is often said to be short and so we've created many means to live it in the proverbial fast lane, crashing into all others who get in their, each other's way.
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Louie, I have just read your poem again, although I see the greed you see, the evil of war that man leashes on himself, there is no talk of you and me. What of us our uniqueness, our individuality, our ability to be happy if we want. Each moment in time is but a flash, but then the light shines again and again as life moves on, a realisation of this is far more important than the play that humans direct to protect their precious ego's. For life is only Now! your friend Bob
a well concveived and composed poem. liked the theme.thanx for sharing voted10 surya
Louie, this is a very powerful write, I agree with every word you've written. Your last stanza sums it up; - 'the sorrowful dusting remnants of creatures that once thought they possessed and ruled Earth and; yet, failed to destroy it for themselves.' Your poetry is brilliant, content expressed to our greedy World is most needed, I thsnk you Sir for this great write, which I will read again and again. Regards Bob Blackwell
this read with much Honor on the behalf of the writer.. I like your mind
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All this and nothing much more will remain. Few fossils of extinct life and we - the sorrowful dusting remnants of creatures that once thought they possessed and ruled Earth and; yet, failed to destroy it for themselves.' nothing will remain except remnants deep thought from inside and so valuable....10 read mine...lovely life..why to talk?