Human Condition

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Human Condition


Is it really real?
Everything,
All that I feel?

Am I always there?
Here?
I am where?

All secerets of the world before me.
All the knowledge,
Yet I see can't see.

What is it's meaning?
This vice,
These strange feelings.

Trapped in this heaven,
This hell,
This libo is my haven.

My mind it can never sit still,
I fear,
I am deafly ill.

Never content,
more always,
That's my only intent.

I am very sick,
I'll be gone,
Ever so quick.

My cognition,
it is,
The human condition.






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Redrose77 commented on Human Condition

02-07-2010

good form! whatch ur one line reads yet i see can't see. just lettin ya know dude. great words though

MrGee commented on Human Condition

01-22-2010

Very interesting way of using the word cognition. The poem is concise and is able to convey philosophical thinking. However, I am assuming the libo in the poem refers to libido or perhaps a typo or the use of poetic license. I would also make some minor changes to add to the rhythmn of the poem. Overall, a good poem.

Charlie23 commented on Human Condition

01-16-2010

This is very good! I've been trapped in the hell of my mind many times...human condition. Great poem!

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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