A Distasterous Composition
Hollowed thoughts...torn recollections of past events that unfold over the centuries to come...oh how it taunts everyone,
Do you believe in karma...it's shadowing existences that perceive every time period that follows a straight path...no one can move fate,
Or maybe they can...the thought of time travel found quirky and boundaries deserted for creative craziness,
Do you really believe time travel exists...you must be crazy...maybe that's why they call me crazy...outside the box destinations...wonderful creations.
Fruitful plots of land that once gave increasing populations taken from the government for commercial building...let the notion surround you,
Do you need the torment...the insecure feeling that your feet will be chopped so your future generations brains can be used for rebuilding,
Ridiculous dwellings that often capture your attention...superior construction companies that build skyscrapers of glory...never mind the poor man,
Begin your journey from the inside looking out...break the mold of current restrictions...no further explanations are needed for current events unfolding.
There is something wrong...the bags are overflowing...material possessions overtaking the joys of primitive being...what is wrong,
Can you help yourself decide...technology over overall happiness...your eyes glued to television sets...VHS once was never more,
CD...DVD...and USB...the pride of nations...information gathering like flies swarming to the nearest trashcans...please decide,
I've tried to tell you the moon has eclipsed...10,000 sunsets later the world is still changing...conforming still to the aristocrat standard.
Have you no remit of promise for future generations...your kids need your guidance...your great great much greater grandchildren,
They don't know your face but they will know your setbacks you've created for them,
Rivers rising...oceans capsizing...the volcanos making their mark among thousands of lives...understand this please,
You won't realize until after your fated demise...the destruction that only death himself
Understands through and through...the world needs you,
Don't fall into your personal pit...the wildlife wants you to know they love you...the trees need you to know they will still blow a breeze past you...fresh oxygen for you...believe in yourself and make the decision please.
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A distracting Life...Choose your path whether good or bad. Don't falter from the true path, and become the individuality that you are meant to be. - The Nostradamus Affliction
A Poem defining the work of Nostradamus in fictional detail. This poem is sure to get you thinking about how he truly felt. - The Textile Worker of England
A poem based off the 1800's, a worker that struggles during the industrial revolution. This story explains the difficulties that involved the families of that time period and the reluctance of the government to do anything about it.
