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Do you understand this poem?

  • yes
  • no
  • it was scary
  • that was a poem?
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racing crashing clashing bashing.

we all stop in time, the meaning has no rhyme
rushing to the effect, getting there erect.
we forget the purpose, our lives drain like pus.
temporarily it’s abated, just memories are crated.
we hunt we gather, we screw we lather.
can’t see past the present, time is rushing should I repent?
should one seek god within, or is god contained in a looney bin?
when we are stuck in the middle, can we find the one with the fiddle?
must we stop time to find out, grand piano finked time trays of trout.

stop. go. run. walk. limits. laws. justice. death.

penguins play while we slay.
monks pray while we are in the fray.
chefs filet while we neigh.

we are in a loop. we are animals. we are decay. we are death.

all limitations of enlightenment are self imposed.

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looks like somebody else discovered that there is no meaning of life.

heres my poem:

oh no! the church contradicted itself
there is no hell
no reason to not to bad things
but if i do them, there will be less dopamine
is that a reason?

that took 30 seconds

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well your half right. there’s no meaning to the life described in the poem.

here:

oi vey future man is wrapping his head around the church again.
the hell we’re in isn’t firey and brimstoney but it’s a level nonetheless.
do bad things you won’t get sent to be a cow, but you will be sent to go through high school again.
drugs are a temporary solution to a problem you think you see.
there is no reason but what we make
we only get from life what we take.

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The main theme I took from the poem is that instead of letting life just “flow” and view it’s purpose as to have fun, far too many people view it as a race, a struggle against evil, or as a conquest. We think far too much in the present when we really should be focused on our future.

If we could only find the man with the fiddle, who will teach us that life has no true purpose because we are just animals. Life is what we make of it and the best course to take is to enjoy the ride, just like the penguins. :sunglasses:

How did I do?

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not bad.

the main focus is that we become so focused on living life and the repetitive nature:

we hunt we gather we screw we lather.

that we forget to STOP. (first sentence in the poem) and as you say while we stop internally and examine what life means, let life around us continue to spin.

Grinding reality to a halt is important for “enlightenment”.

you have to unplug to realize you were plugged in.

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Here’s another poem about the meaningless of life:
Life’s a bitch, then you die.

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you forgot a part.

Life’s a bitch, then you marry one, THEN you die.

:wink:

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A ham-fisted attempt at poetry, but I’ll grant that it’s a noble effort at communication. No offense meant in any way, btw. You may find my poetry pedestrian, too. :slight_smile:

So I “get it”? How can I know? Our perception of anything linguistic is colored by our own experiences. Are you saying “do I get it like you wrote it” To answer that I guess we’ll need a Q&A session.

Very evocative, though.

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well of course that was the “point”.

I’m asking you if it in some way speaks to you and what it says to you.

(perhaps I should’ve said that?)