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MONOLOG

cry me a river

the story is really quite simple... we live, we die... whomever we are, whatever we do, whatever we think we control or possess or become, the story stays the same... live, die...

a lot of people do not seem to handle this very simple and basic fact very well... most seem to deny it and create all sorts of distractions and elaborate illusions to keep from being aware of this, no less admitting it... the game of pretense goes on and on, destroying all that might be real in it's path... the promise for the future is buried in the past while the moments called now are lost in conflicts over with illusion is better or more right or wrong and while people should control which people so their illusion wins the most votes and becomes the truth...

gods bless us, every one

          when the last bomb drops
          what will matter?
          who will hear the last cry
          when all the ears are gone

          will your god be happy with you
          for destroying the creation
          is that evolution?
          revolution on and on

          when the last drop of blood
          hits the ground
          what will grow
          in place of mankind?

          will your way be more right
          because you won something
          is that your religion?
          your decision in your mind

          poison gas
          biochemicals
          TNT
          gun powder
          stealth death
          last breath
          victory at all cost
          your finest hour

          and when the last baby cries
          no more diapers
          will the next species
          learn anything

          machismos
          new gizmos
          wanton destruction
          history repeats
          everything

          when the last bomb drops
          will the world breath a sigh
          of despair and relief
          than mankind is gone?

          is there still hope
          that the heart of the human
          will rise above fear
          and learn to live on?

and then there is my own personal story... tragic comedy, as I might see it... but is that what we are here to play out?... maybe, if I really thought you wanted to know... and even then, words can only begin to express what there is to be shared... and you are not here, are you?...

so until you get here, I'll just ramble on without you... or for you, if you'd like to share that illusion... it is all illusion, after all, even after we touch... but at least, after we touch, there is a lot more physicality to the illusion than there is here online... even when sentiments are touching...

and it is easier to believe it is real, when there is more physicality

I'd like to believe there is a reason for the living part of this journey... maybe you've got one... maybe we can share one... or a few... until then, all we have is now... and right now, I am having a bit of puzzlement about humanity... are you a human?...

candora

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I'd say
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