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...food for thought?!

I wish I could do this on call.

I just had another random bout of poetry writing, only this one occurred lying on my living room floor.

Doom

what connection do we have
to the land and trees?
man does take, for his own sake,
everything he sees.
there was a time, long ago,
when each could make his own,
but those days are long past dead,
forcibly outgrown.
among the forests, all at peace,
man lived without gloom,
but way up high, above his eye,
society did loom.
through violent force it came to be,
ugly from the start,
and violence once again shall strike
and all shall fall apart.
a time of joy, an age of peace,
will follow this great day,
and all the earth shall live in mirth,
till it returns to play.
then all life, once again,
will spiral down to hell,
and this world, stuck spinning round,
will never leave its cell.

Context

I feel like the two posts preceding this need some kind of context, so I will give you some. This morning it occurred to me that I haven't produced any particularly deep writing in a long time. Upon realizing this, I decided to seek out inspiration. In order to do this, I walked to the nearest patch of woods with a pen and notebook, sat and thought for a while, and then wrote down whatever came to mind. These two posts are what I wrote.

Voices

i think with one voice
but i speak with another
its like my mouth can't quite process my brain's ideas
maybe everyone thinks in that same voice
and what makes us different is the spin our mouths put on it
without our voices, maybe we're all the same
never let your voice be taken from you