ShadyOne's Escaped Poetry

Humans need clear borders, or so it is known since the dawn of time. Without them, they take liberties which make them fit for crime. But a limited human ? look at them. They are quite benign. Take the end from the human's outlook and you have made him into an empty book. Put an end in front, and you will see him toil with zeal with lust for he knows - he must. We start living, when we realize we will die, tells philosophy. And she does not lie. But why is it that death does not suffice  ? that in addition to that personal annihiliation, humans add group tragedies, the fruit of their imagination ? I think that the answer is clear, simple and sad - deep in our heart, we all know that our civilization is already dead. But why, Instead of striving to give life to a new alternative from the ash we are thriving on the images of our presumed fall and crash ? Is it that we have no faith in our abilities ? Is it that we fear of a worse alterna...

It has been ages since the last time. So M-U-C-H t- i- m- e Has Passed that I no longer really remember. How does it feel ? Is it R-E-A-L-L-Y Real ? Sometimes, obsessing about it, is such an ordeal that I just wish there was some kind of a pill to make this infinite need sum up into some form of nil. But some parts of ourselves are not that easy to kill. Once more, my soul's refusal to kneel before Mundanity's grill makes my spine chill, for I - no other - shall pay the resulted bill. But as the sight of that other path, overflowed by the bulk blocks my throat with a metaphorical chunk I seem to have no other choice but to debunk to rejoice and to find my own voice. It has been ages since the last time. But the next time will be different. All rights reserved to  Cha Plan Sha