There's a point I think we're missing,
It's in the air we raise our fists in


always looking back

when I look inside myself what do I find?
the remnants of people I've left behind

the lost loves of days gone by
and things I'll dream until I die

whats the point we have in life?
whats the point is it a game
every day its all the same

you get a stupid fruitless name
with a million others who also lay claim.



Poetry by Pokershark
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Written on 2009-04-18 at 23:33

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The reason you feel like this is the reason we are here, to make our mark, bloody or no! it is the driving force to break out of the mould that society tries to force every last one of us into. Raising fists is right, or our right, if we don't like what we see or are forced to deal with in a civilised society. It is true we do come from those who came before us, we are shaped by our own existence too and we shaped that follow us. It is the way it should be. Just get on with it but never give up on trying to break free. Be you, a unique individual that has a common love of humanity.

Lesson for the date from

Tai, inspired by jenk's title
2009-04-19