-

I been down so long
I forgot what y’u feel when y’u hear a song.

The soul tried to say it,
but the screams and the madness was louder.

Now, after a couple years of hard work
I’m almost in disbelief
Of the fact that I feel alive right now.

It’s been about 5 days.
I’m startin’ to remember
what it all felt like.

Everybody around me don’t know what I have
'nd I fought for a piece of that
'nd even that was enough to fight for,
again and again.

My “ESP” is back online, and I understand it better then ever.
Sad that nature forgot about the individual
But I guess it was just too focused on givin’ to the children.

I’m gunnu die for this… I really am.
The only way I’ll ever stop fighting for it, is when I’m dead.

Some gold diggers die with the shovel in their hands,
Instead of the embraces of their children
Being felt by a being that’s somehow worn out
After so much of the mill stones grind.

I want to live.
I want that so much, that nothing else can scare me.
Nothing else can stop me,
Except for the things that I can’t do to survive.

I want to live so much.
I understand it now.
My world, yes, it’s mine,
In that I can behold it and touch it.
My world needs me.
I’m one of the few,
Who really knows what matters most.

A soul rarely finds a special spot
Where peace is deeper then love
And all fear’s replaced by a good plan of action.

People would throw away an old coin,
If they thought it to be a penny
Instead of Roman gold.
And everybody doesn’t understand their home
So they want to sell it out
For something else
That was less, but understandable.

Some skin-deep desire, some reaction to one aspect of life
Gets put above the whole being.
But if they only knew.

The reason why a child has such a “magical” feeling in life
Is because of how healthy and vital they are.
Your physical and mental health are the difference between a cold dark world, and a wonderful life.
Health is all-important to life,
Much like good order is all-important in society.

I want to live, forever.
I don’t want anything to stop me,
And I’ve learned long ago
That it doesn’t pay
To stop your own soul
From doin’ what’s right.

Out of fear
they aborted life.

I liked this, alot.

The whole thing was great though. =D>

Gobbo, I love you because you understand.

Thanks!
:smiley:

I’m going to go read somemore of your works now.

Nice poem.

Some interesting passages…

This is decent prose…

A real stew pot of ideas
imagination and reflection

Interesting idea and reference
but i’m not sure what you’re saying exactly…

Overall
decent
poetic
reflection

People kill themself, or deny themselves what they need, when they don’t think that their life is valuable. “Reasons” behind this idea can be abuse, or reflections of how weak and temporary their body is, for example.

If we believe that an anceint roman gold coin is a penny, then we treat it as such.

If people believe that life is ugly, meant to be jugded, and meant to be exploited, they wont act as if every moment of any existence was sacred.