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Paul Butters Dec 2016
We seek The Purpose of Life,
Or just some Meaning;
A Philosophy,
As we stare through the formless mists of time.
Yet Existence simply Is,
As is Life:
Wondrous phenomenon
That happens.

We are taught to give each thing a function:
The wheel that rolls us on,
A pen which writes.
But Life is Life
Nothing more.
Generations take turns to live,
Passing on the baton.

Trying to breed ever greater Minds,
We yearn to be Immortal.
Studying those regenerating jellyfish,
The search is on
For The Fountain of Youth.

Yet maybe it’s time to stop trying
To make sense of it all.
Perhaps it’s time to spring into action,
And Get On With It.

Paul Butters
One of my "Philosophical" poems.
Robin Goodfellow Nov 2016
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Walking sanity
along the boundaries of hell,
a song for heaven
Lawan Nov 2016
My head hurts, my sight blurs
Quietly i loose consciousness.
My heartbeat breaks, i am choking
Shamefully i loose myself in thoughtfulness.

I sit and watch my hands transform
my thoughts to written words--

How proudly I deny honest truths
a little space in my deluded forehead
And how desperately I cling to life
scared I might just now draw my last breath.

Such is the complete state of man;
When sickness brings him to the brink of death
he remembers the unkind odds that lent him life
But when he is strong and able
he remembers himself immortal.
(mortal body, immortal soul.)
Randy Johnson Oct 2016
Death can't bring about life but that wasn't so in Jesus's case.
When he died, it brought about immortality for the Human Race.
Because of Jesus's death, the dead will not perish, they will live forever.
People will be reunited with their dead loved ones, they will once again be together.
Jesus's death brings life to those who die and that is ironic.
When I think about what Jesus did for mankind, it's harmonic.
Devin Ortiz Oct 2016
I dreamt of Immortality
So that in not dying
I could keep my lying
As you suckle on my truth

And this fountain pen
Doesn't flow with youth
Crooked smiles can't rebuke
My times coming to an end

Spiraling down, twisted frowns
Crawling for corruption's crown
May the ink burn the message clear
These broken words scream fear
Discordia Huevo Sep 2016
Winds howling on dark ice,
Her wings flutter across the aquamarine sky,
Icebergs and hailstorms are her feathers,
Blizzards rage for eons till the nether.
Simon Woodstock Aug 2016
To live forever and never die rich men cry
Feebly unaware we all must pass on to what the afterlife bares
They seek potions and fountains galore setting aside family and happiness proclaiming "If i can make it so we never die well then connect and live our life" many have searched none succeeded lifetimes wasted love ones pleaded let this be a message for those that seek to never grow old true immortality truly lives in the memory and souls you help grow
Love your life and every minute after we don't live forever so make it count
It started out great not a problem to be faked didn’t have the best life, yeah I lived in fear played it by ear, hiding the tear, my house lived in ruins destruction at the very least, to god I’d plead, save my soul, save us all, but it all kept coming, yeah the death kept coming, nothing stood in the way anymore, guess I better start pleading more.

In the end when we would all die, I’d stand facing the sky, nothing takes me down, immortality within my crown, Lucifer fear me, satan hear me, I’m living a life of a god, don't have time for you fraud.

Now I stand at the tip of humanity, living life like I’m a normal person you see, no need for people to fear me, they barely hear me, it's all in the way they treat me, it's all too clear too see, I’m not meant to be, but here I stand, satan in my left hand, I’m running hell, I’m the lord of all death, king of all theft, I could steal your soul, without a toll, people can call me a troll, I run their ****** soul.

In the end when we would all die, I’d stand facing the sky, nothing takes me down, immortality within my crown, Lucifer fear me, satan hear me, I’m living a life of a god , don’t have time for you fraud.

After years of life, stolen about 35 tribes, I need the sacrifice, memorize, years I had tried, to rule and thrive, failed then revived, harder but re-tried, remember when I was 5, living a good life, thought life was a ride, happiness was supplied, no longer a free ride, now I’m a god beside I’m living a free life, not afraid to take your sacrifice, yeah they might fight, but they are a dying light, no one survives.
this isnt a poem, its just something i wrote, please leave feedback and how i can improve it
Something happened on the day he died. Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside. Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried, on the edge of his mortality.
He arose into the mist
Of an ordinary morning
And there was a pause, a cease of existence
A spaceman on the moon tonight

An epitaph for the ages
A smile plastered on pages
Of aging kings and moon phases
We will fall into the Blackstar, a **** in our universe
Something happened on the day he died. Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside. Somebody else took his place and bravely cried, the ascension of immortality.
ThatSynGirl May 2016
As an immortal, people say you have to live eternally, to watch all your friends die. Forever. Every one of them.
But I think one thing they hadn't thought of is that...you find them again. In new people. In new lives. In new bodies. They, just as energy, do not truly die. They are recycled and find new faces in which they live behind.
And you would be surprised how the faces they always find, tend to be so similar to the face you first came to know. Even when they are no longer a male, of African descent, and are now your best female Chinese friend...you'll find you'll always be looking into their new eyes, and always seeing the eyes of the friend whom you met so many generations ago.
And they will know you in their soul even when their previous bodies have departed, and with it, took their memories. The memories that you hold dear to you. Because these are your friends. And they are your life. And you love every one of them.
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