Justin Silverblade Posted September 5, 2002 Report Posted September 5, 2002 Am I? Who am I? An eternal question, Unanswered, unknown. A man of a thousand thoughts, All worthless. The purpose they serve, finds only contradiction; The birth of hollow conflict. Emotions, the thoughts of the heart, Compassion, aggravation, love, anger. Useless, empty without cause, Sincerity only for response. Who am I? Can it be described? Should it be? A man of a thousand words, All pointless. Vain quests to end ignorance, only to uncover more; Shallow holes lead to deep chasms. Progress found in friendship, Communication, learning, understanding. Deep in the tombs of knowledge, Lie cobwebs of absence. Who am I? Why?
Guest Lord Seth Exodus Posted September 5, 2002 Report Posted September 5, 2002 I am reminded of the book of Ecclesiastes, from the bible, which first words were: "Meaningless! Meaningless!" I like the questions raised here, and the thought that is invoked; rather depressing and sorrowful - not to overstate the obvious. I like that, though. I've always been curious with the meloncholy asspects of life. I like this poem for it's meaning, but I've never been a fan of free verse; I'm a stickler for rhyme and rhythm. Bravo, my friend! nonetheless. Yours, Lord Seth Exodus
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