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Wake up

Contributed by WAE on Thursday, 27th October 2005 @ 04:09:26 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



So many people don't think beyond the day,
And perhaps, they're absolutely right.
Why ponder if you can enjoy the moment,
Gliding smoothly over the pond of life?
Maybe, they are right and I am wrong,
For I believe the silent enemy is
Laziness of mind,
Which comes from sloth and blind acceptance,
Without questioning , without the least resistance.
The soul which llives in peace,
Not knowing either suffering or struggle,
Can not create,
Can not inspire,
Nor can hope to live...
A storm, a seething pot,
Filled with writhing contradictions
Must be inside one's soul and mind
To make a human be himself
Not only by birth,
But by challenging life itself.




Copyright © WAE ... [ 2005-10-27 16:09:26]
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Re: Wake up (User Rating: 1 )
by inoc on Thursday, 27th October 2005 @ 04:18:48 PM AEST
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...gliding smoothly over the pond of life....
I loved tthat line...
....and the last one ends so pertectly....but by challenging life itself....

great write
coni.


Re: Wake up (User Rating: 1 )
by ArsenicMyst on Thursday, 27th October 2005 @ 06:30:05 PM AEST
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*
powerful and convincing ideas

your poems dwell into the human phenomenon
of conflicting ideas ... which most on their own
lack in convincing methodology

but rather brings all the forces of human-ness
back to the same essential and fundamental idea ...
that as humans we're essentially nothing
unless we compete against laziness in the comfort zone,
with challanges

well thought out and written wae


Arsenic ·.¸·:





Re: Wake up (User Rating: 1 )
by SeanMcHaney on Thursday, 27th October 2005 @ 06:31:52 PM AEST
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Good stuff!


Re: Wake up (User Rating: 1 )
by ChibiMiroku on Friday, 28th October 2005 @ 11:48:54 PM AEST
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The last two lines really reminded me of the way the Greeks of old thought; they brought meaning to their lives by fighting against fate.
And in the end, isn't that what we all do?
Good write!




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