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There's no love, without hate.
No truth, without lies.
No life, without death.
No day, without night.
There will be no world to live in.
If we'll keep on giving in.
Our lusts, our lives.
More immportant than the greader good.
But i care, about the gift of our mother.
Every living creature cares.
But where's the time, we lived in caves, and trees.
Where's the time, we respected our neighbours of life?
Do we only care about ourselves?
What are we trying to prove, with this?
Sooner ore later we will explode.
I'm holding on to nature.
But for what use?
If we are doing it for other people, will they do the same?
If we are doing it for living, why do we live?
If we are doing it, to keep the earth alive.
Why do they want us to?
And who, who are they!
Are we apart of somekind of plan? For the greader good?
But if we are, why is it there?
why is there a form of existens?
Why is it, that we don't take life, and keep on living voor granded anymore?
Why have some of use lost the urge to live?
Have we become to smart for ourselves?
Are 'they'looking down at me, and laughing at my questions?
If i think about this, i'll go farther and farther.
And end up in the nothing(what's behind nothing?).
You'll come back by yourself, and you look so small.
In this big universe, wich we are a part of.
We need to stay foces, because someday,
we'll find out why we are here.
just wait, wait and see.
No truth, without lies.
No life, without death.
No day, without night.
There will be no world to live in.
If we'll keep on giving in.
Our lusts, our lives.
More immportant than the greader good.
But i care, about the gift of our mother.
Every living creature cares.
But where's the time, we lived in caves, and trees.
Where's the time, we respected our neighbours of life?
Do we only care about ourselves?
What are we trying to prove, with this?
Sooner ore later we will explode.
I'm holding on to nature.
But for what use?
If we are doing it for other people, will they do the same?
If we are doing it for living, why do we live?
If we are doing it, to keep the earth alive.
Why do they want us to?
And who, who are they!
Are we apart of somekind of plan? For the greader good?
But if we are, why is it there?
why is there a form of existens?
Why is it, that we don't take life, and keep on living voor granded anymore?
Why have some of use lost the urge to live?
Have we become to smart for ourselves?
Are 'they'looking down at me, and laughing at my questions?
If i think about this, i'll go farther and farther.
And end up in the nothing(what's behind nothing?).
You'll come back by yourself, and you look so small.
In this big universe, wich we are a part of.
We need to stay foces, because someday,
we'll find out why we are here.
just wait, wait and see.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| #..Fallen Angel: | Dinsdag, januari 03, 2006 11:39 |
| Je zit ernaast, Ik vind dat m@rcel angel of poems enzovoort "Gespeicialiceerde" Dichters zijn. Zijn jullie hier nu allen mo de boel af te zeiken? Jammer hoor... | |
| ddk: | Dinsdag, januari 03, 2006 00:56 |
| verander je naam en alles komt wel goe (waterziel??????) | |
| black death: | Zaterdag, december 24, 2005 19:23 |
| heej meissie, wow =O jij lieft filsofie =) xxx black death knuff |
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| m@rcel: | Zaterdag, december 24, 2005 18:24 |
| heel,heel mooi Fijne dagen Knuff/liefs m@rcel |
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| Auteur: Juniper | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 december 2005 | ||
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