The Nightfall
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Come the Nightfall
Comes the quiet.
We then are strangers here
The reflection of our reflection's image
The image of our reflection's doubt
Trapped in a moment's shadow
Of stilled light fleeing
And dark light fading.
We burn with a noble fire
But emit no light of our own
We rise above the utmost void
But to stumble into its unending depths.
There we wait.
We rest.
We ponder.
Come the Dawn
Comes the Reckoning
We then each know our rank
The brethren of our brother's blood
The blood of our brethren's life
Caught in final conflict
Of self-righteous piety
And humble servitude.
We are the damned, the saintly
The newborn, the dying
Embarked upon one path.
We are Man.
"You can't write a chord ugly enough to say what you want to say sometimes, so you have to rely on a giraffe filled with whip cream."--Frank Zappa
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That was beautiful.
I have to say though, that no one to this day has put it as quite frankly and rightly as William Shakespeare in the line Macbeth Act 5 scene 5.
We are all of what you said in that poem. But mostly to our detriment, we have yet to figure out how to put cooperation above our alpha male drive, which would, if we could, minimize the division we still suffer from as a species.
Nice poem.
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers."Obama
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Retort to Nightfall, By Brian37
Rage against
The dying of the light
Is a futile effort
In every sense
We are man
Yes we are
In our bluster
In our strife
In our conquests
We beat our chests
Build monuments
To our heros
Only to fall
To decay
Remembered by few
Replaced by others
And the future
What will we have
No mark, no monument
To our species
For of this rock
On which we ride
This so too
Also will die
Yes yes
We are man
We are the heros
We are the villains
And the paperus
In all it's forms
From marble to twitter
In which we record
Our complaints and beefs
Our sacrifice and needs
Our ultimate fate
Will end the same
And who will be
Around to hear
All of this
After it's done?
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers."Obama
Check out my poetry here on Rational Responders Like my poetry thread on Facebook under Brian James Rational Poet, @Brianrrs37 on Twitter and my blog at www.brianjamesrationalpoet.blog
"You can't write a chord ugly enough to say what you want to say sometimes, so you have to rely on a giraffe filled with whip cream."--Frank Zappa
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"You can't write a chord ugly enough to say what you want to say sometimes, so you have to rely on a giraffe filled with whip cream."--Frank Zappa
http://atheisticgod.blogspot.com/ Books on atheism
I have to be honest here, I forgot in my original post to explain the first two lines are actually from another famous poem I borrowed. I don't know the artist's name, "Rage against the dying of the light"
It was a blast to the utopia idea that you "fight death", no, you cling to life and you might find things to extend your life, but the "rage" is just merely an emotional reaction finding out that your life is being threatened by something.
I must make it clear that I borrowed "rage against the dying of the light" from another poem in order to express my disagreement of that wishy washy utopia.
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers."Obama
Check out my poetry here on Rational Responders Like my poetry thread on Facebook under Brian James Rational Poet, @Brianrrs37 on Twitter and my blog at www.brianjamesrationalpoet.blog
It was written by Dylan Thomas, the Irish poet.
"Very funny Scotty; now beam down our clothes."
VEGETARIAN: Ancient Hindu word for "lousy hunter"
If man was formed from dirt, why is there still dirt?