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Where has our inspiration gone
When only yawns escape your lovers lips
And a simple touch can be to much for callused fingertips
When once erect instruments seem to bend and scribble limply;
our ability to articulate evaporates to put it simply
Fountian pens of youth must face the truth;
the holy grail's gone missing,
When we end up at computer screens
And spend our days remeniscing
As we withdraw from living
memory banks are forced to close
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Its inspiration thats the problem,everyone is inspired but know one is inspiring,the rockstar is dead,everyone is famous,poetry is either recycled or so abstract it says nothing to the soul and oh yeah Nietschze was of course totally wrong,he went mad over a silly horse!
Superman? Yeah right...
I liked this poem,particularly the little dig at elite skills,writers block is tough to portray adequately,but this was a good job,
There is an honesty about love that we're missing. And when we sheepishly become purveyors of conquest, we destroy the beautiful ache that desire gives to us.
I know that's not what this is about entirely. But when we ceased to believe in the mystery and embrace it with open arms we lose something very valuable.
I like the metophor. I think you've skillfully drawn out the idea of"where is the meaning in all of it?". I think we've become shallow and fail to answer for our actions.
Perhaps we've destroyed who we're answering to? It just proves that Nietschze was right, science has destroyed God.
I still think the mystery is alive. I like this one Dave, short and packed with poignant ideas.
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