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"Children of the Stars" by Eric Wayne Flynn

Updated on November 15, 2014
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"Children of the Stars"

Questioning

A stirring in the soul

An icky mess stuck to the side of the bowl

Deposits built up from years of abuse

8 billion crazies out there, insatiable and on the loose

Looking for their next victim

For we are all prey

Eye's scouring the killing fields

An edge, a blade, a slice, in this wonderful play

This final act

This fond farewell

This quest for love

Residing in hell

Here on earth, inside the battle rages on and on

All set out believing they king, when truly we are all pawns

The moveable pieces, important to the war

A king without his pawns shall exist no more

For what is a king to me?

For I only bow to God

A king stands before thee

I proclaim thee a fraud

Ye false truth

Ye manipulator of minds

Ye blasphemer to humanity

This pawn blessed with a shovel, digging deep enough to find

The cool blue waters that run beneath this board

The old land of beauty covered up in grey progress, in the name of glory, in the name of the lord

In the name of kings, we have built castles made of sand

In the name of self, this pawn build eth up, ye build eth thee up into a man

The greatest thing I can be

Bowing down to the sun, the stars and the moon; grand spectacles greater than me

So I ask... Who control's this universe, the dark abyss beyond the sun?

One should not ask such questions, the apple, bitten, for what's done is done

So ye loathsome beings, ye lonely souls, suffering to feast

Ye pawns on the board, players in the game, ye souls of the beast

Fighting ourselves, for we are all only human, buried in disbelief, a graveyard of ghosts

For the earth; our mother, the sun; our father, the highest power our host

For I do not know, yet of the name

For I do not know, the rules of this game

For man tries to control me, programming, in step with the throne, the army of a false king

My knob is busted, the clicker is lost, this pawn beneath the board, awol, what does this questioning, this stirring bring?

A new quest

A new journey

To make love with the world

To reach out

To find energy

To understand

To lay a path, for thyself to walk

Through my twists and turns, my trials and tribulations, one learns to talk

Within, one's self

Without, is what we are

Within, each of us, we children of the stars

Lies

Love

Good

Evil

All things, but, all in all life brings us questions

The stirring of the soul

Questions

I don't know

I don't know

I truly don't know

I don't care

But truly I do

For a paradox are we

Are we a paradox?

A paradox am I, a paradox are you?

A paradox we are

We floating beams of truth

We lost souls

We empty vessels

We self righteous bastards

We children of the stars


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      Eric Wayne Flynn 2 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you Dana, I always appreciate your comments and time.

      EWF

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      Dana Tate 2 years ago from LOS ANGELES

      This was an amazing piece of work as always Eric, thanks for sharing. voted up! Awesome and shared.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 2 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you Jodah, that means a great deal to me.

      EWF

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      You always bare you soul Eric, and make the rest of us look inside ourselves too. Well done as always.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 2 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you very much Jane for the kind words and the visit, and also thank you for sharing. You understand.

      EWF

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 2 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you Whonu, I agree with you, the mere idea and power of thought is the most marvelous thing, proof to me that there is something more.

      EWF

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      Jane Ramona Rynkiewicz Frieman 2 years ago from Morris County, New Jersey

      Your soul has been pried open for all the world to read and theorize upon. You have the soul of a writer. When my soul arises in writing, whether it be a journal or a poem, the spirit of my soul takes hold and arises from within me. Congratulations! Keep up the good work!

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      whonunuwho 2 years ago from United States

      Very interesting and in such depth of thought my friend. My own belief is that the very fact that we are given the ability to reason and question our own existence indicates that there truly is a higher power or creator and one who has gifted us as human kind to use our brains. Thanks for the stimulating message. whonu