Sunday, July 07, 2013

Behold this transitory......

when evolution ends in ash
of what avail of all these mesh
worries, agonies and other sufferings?
what becomes forms visible
unto subtlety all dissolves
and we wail as if we are spared.
of yesterday today and tomorrow
a cycle that never happen in time
but in minds of man strongly etched.
philosophy religion and god
a framework of human minds
perimeters of so-called peace and silence.

nature owns us, and we own her not
the lords we are, the mind is made to believe,
thus nature, in greed we try to grab.
all gone all messed
everything turned awry
we sit and worry over our own follies,

and this transitory becomes a purgatory.

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  1. Awesome poem and truly wisdom! I couldn't agree more.

  2. Yes, we think we own it all. That first line (evolution ends in ash) is harsh, but a warning our race needs to heed. Well done, Cyclops!