Humble Beginnings-Origin

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Don't just accept what cannot be proven, perceptions change as does the truth when discovering it.

Humble Beginnings

By Tony DeLorger © 2014


From whence did I come,

from what marrow born of beginnings,

shackles my bones to some divine nod,

some alien intention millennia passed.


What lies beneath my skin,

my DNA forged from what kind of life,

what primordial brew,

viewed and judged inadequate,

to be manipulated into human.


What carries my bloodline,

from other worlds, far beyond my comprehension,

and who dwells upon me, considering,

whether or not I have been worth the venture.


The Gods came from the heavens with guiding hands,

giving us the tools of civilisation: religion, medicine, architecture and science,

to aid our course in the survival of our kind,

while they observe and debate our future or annihilation,

our value to existence and to our planet.


We, the progeny of so called Gods,

who fashioned us in their own image,

and gave us a thread of knowledge,

to see what would ensue.


And still we are lost in the processes and beliefs fed to us,

given as a pacifier to appease our paltry intellect and questioning,

to hold onto some hope in our delusion,

while they deliberate our usefulness,

our right to life.


How wanting we must appear,

in our maudlin over-reactive insecurities,

clambering for some truth, some real origin,

to justify our worth and purpose.


Those who created can destroy,

and at their whim we remain,

waiting to be saved from ourselves,

our dark imperfections ruling reason and deed,

in the unlikely hope of winning a war without victory.


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Tony DeLorger 2 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks Jane, so glad you enjoyed it, and thanks for taking the time to comment.


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Tony DeLorger 2 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Glad you connected Lisa, and found my words meaningful. Thanks for dropping by.


Jane Arden 2 years ago

Really good poem.


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Lisawilliamsj 2 years ago

This is a deeply beautiful poem. I could not agree more, with the wisdom in your words. Thank you for sharing, I voted up!


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Tony DeLorger 2 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Glad you enjoyed it Dil. Thanks for dropping by and taking the time to comment.


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My Cook Book 2 years ago from India

Well written, good one :)


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Tony DeLorger 2 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

My pleasure Phyllis.


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Phyllis Doyle 2 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

I strongly agree with that, Tony. The last several years I have done much soul-searching and know a lot more now than what I was told in younger years -- I seem to be traveling somewhere in between and it is a fantastic journey. Thanks for these thoughts and your poem which I so relate to.


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Tony DeLorger 2 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Glad you related Phyllis; people take so much for granted, and I feel there is so much more to know about our origin, the reality somewhere between what we've been told and our wildest fantasies.


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Phyllis Doyle 2 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

"Don't just accept what cannot be proved, perceptions change as does the truth when discovering it." - Tony DeLorger

I find that to be true, Tony. Such an awesome poem, imbued with deep thoughts to ponder. I love it.

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