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"Poetry for the End of the World" by Eric Wayne Flynn

Updated on October 29, 2014
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"Poetry for the End of the World"

It began with the dawn, the rise, an ill fated dream

Apes from the ooze, a Big Bang, arousing a primal scream

A call, a cry into the dark, our scared lost sacred tribe, howling at the Moon

As we tried to understand this thing called life, we created fire, light for our padded rooms

Learning our shapes, that's a circle, that yellow thing in the sky

Look at that thing with wings, man; how we wished we could fly

But first what do we call these things? How can I communicate with you?

Out of our mouths shot syllables, sounds, forming words, a "bird" flys cuz that's what we say they do

We humans, what do we do?.... Well, we go to war

Complex creatures creating chaos, feeling inferior

Unto each other, unto ourselves, unto this scene

The landscape, sculpted by the creator; the director, the producer of our ill fated dream

In our minds, we cease to believe

In our minds, we cease to achieve

Our new dawn, our second chance, our last hand held walk in the park

A nightingale sang to me of our demise, it was I alone, strolling along after dark

In my shortness of breath, my aching heart, my rushing blood, my blinking eyes

I saw death on the horizon, I saw destruction, I saw shapes melting there as they lie

Face down, crying into their palms, feeling they truly gave it their best

This human race coming to an end, saving ourselves seemingly our final test

Our greatest war, our finest hour, our one collaborative good deed

Our mission to save our starving souls, for in our Earth we must plant the seed

The idea, that our story, our love affair, our species, our home, could all come to an end

The wheel, setting our world in motion, turning us around and around, again and again

Our spark, our revolution

Our pride, in the name of evolution

In the name of man, we write our memoirs, we the spectators of life, we our biggest fan

Slipping away, falling through time and space, we 8 billion grains of sand

Lost, looking for love, fulfillment, purpose in our time of dying

Time; the concept we created, continues to keep on flying

Into the black, into the abyss, into the distance, into the blue

In my cave, I sit, a product of existential nostalgia, writing poetry for the end of the world, thinking of all of you

Of us, my people, my kind, my blood, my kin

Waiting for our bright yellow kiss to bless us, with one last chance to begin again

















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      whonunuwho 2 years ago from United States

      You work is so full of emotion and displays a good command of the spoken and written word. Well done, and your message is one for all to heed. Thank you for sharing this. whonu

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 2 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you for the visit and kind words Whonu.

      EWF

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Love this Eric, it's my kind of message and the world needs to hear it. That final image of the skull and bones and all the vultures..amazing. Voted up.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 2 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you Jodah, i felt the pic was effective and interesting too.

      EWF

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      Sarah Eller 2 years ago from Eastern Shore, USA

      This is one of my favorite (current) poems. I look forward to reading more from you!

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      Nithya Venkat 2 years ago from Dubai

      Deep and intense, great poem.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 2 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you Eleanor, i appreciate the kind words and the visit, btw i was born on the Eastern Shore, crazy ha.

      EWF

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 2 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you Vellur, i am always happy to see a comment from you, i appreciate it greatly.

      EWF

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      Lavender 2 years ago

      wow....................

      love me some rhyming poetry!!!!! :-)

      lovely took me on a journey there. Breathless

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 2 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you Lave, i love rhymes too, they make the digestion more enjoyable and palatable at certain times.

      EWF

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