h1s_l0rdsh1p
29-12-2007, 11:55 AM
I'm not sure if I've posted this on here before, however this is a poem I wrote. I posted it in profile at deviantart.com.
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Treasure
Walking among sheep that swarm around in the thousands.
Aimlessly moving from point A to point B, and back again.
Leading on with surrogate activities until they reach point DEATH.
So many. So different yet, so disgustingly bland.
Never truly appreciating that which was created for them.
Never truly appreciating anything that was created.
This is not to say they have no love.
For it is love that is their driving force.
The love of greed, material, sex, worship, and power.
The love of self, is what makes them continue onward.
With a desperate fleeting hope in their eyes, they murder each other off to gain power.
Like a contest to climb to the top of a pyramid.
I laugh.
I mock them.
For it is proven;
the most precious of treasures,
have always been found under the pyramid.
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After this poem was written, I had an argument with a guy that lasted until 3 days later about the meaning of this poem. I can understand that he feels that this "philosophical prose" doesn't hold a "sound philosophy", however in the end he realized what I was referring to.
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Treasure
Walking among sheep that swarm around in the thousands.
Aimlessly moving from point A to point B, and back again.
Leading on with surrogate activities until they reach point DEATH.
So many. So different yet, so disgustingly bland.
Never truly appreciating that which was created for them.
Never truly appreciating anything that was created.
This is not to say they have no love.
For it is love that is their driving force.
The love of greed, material, sex, worship, and power.
The love of self, is what makes them continue onward.
With a desperate fleeting hope in their eyes, they murder each other off to gain power.
Like a contest to climb to the top of a pyramid.
I laugh.
I mock them.
For it is proven;
the most precious of treasures,
have always been found under the pyramid.
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After this poem was written, I had an argument with a guy that lasted until 3 days later about the meaning of this poem. I can understand that he feels that this "philosophical prose" doesn't hold a "sound philosophy", however in the end he realized what I was referring to.