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Nov 01, 2009
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To Build a Better Eden/Poetic Prose
To Build a Better Eden
They say Eden had the optimum fruit; ripe - rich with temptation. Innocents could not help but taste while the accused relished the idea of disobedience. Where there are sheep it seems wolves will follow and of course where there are wolves, there will be other hunters.
It was a time when multiple moons floated beyond man made asteroids and shimmered self reflection where light found natural shade. The taste for gilded garden soil and fruit bearing trees compelled one to ingest and savor the rich flavor of peace.
With all of its temptations and limitations, it was still better than now where our wolves and hunters have become the leaders of the wretched, destroying what little innocence is left in the world. We have evolved into a warring race where a daisy chain is likened to a wiring schematic or a sexual syndicate of tongues and lips.
Innocence lost at an early age fosters hard living as a means of survival, and survive is about all we are capable of in the mass congestion and confusion of man eat man.
Some will blame the snake, others will blame the woman, but in today's world, it is all the same. Once corruption touches, it spreads like a disease invading a mindset and controlling a populous with little effort.
We find images of light pasted in what is left of books. Our libraries have been delineated and measured electronically. What we deem real, is a virtual abomination of a graphic interface providing an illusion.
Sometimes, when I chance an outside moment, raise my eyes to a purple sky, I make out the moons and feel the quick rush of hope in my heart; night breeze gracing my cheeks. Where there is still a small light flickering, hearts are able to recognize grace. The moment is fleeting, but reminds me of my mission.
They say Eden had the optimum fruit; ripe - rich with temptation. Innocents could not help but taste while the accused relished the idea of disobedience. Where there are sheep it seems wolves will follow and of course where there are wolves, there will be other hunters.
It was a time when multiple moons floated beyond man made asteroids and shimmered self reflection where light found natural shade. The taste for gilded garden soil and fruit bearing trees compelled one to ingest and savor the rich flavor of peace.
With all of its temptations and limitations, it was still better than now where our wolves and hunters have become the leaders of the wretched, destroying what little innocence is left in the world. We have evolved into a warring race where a daisy chain is likened to a wiring schematic or a sexual syndicate of tongues and lips.
Innocence lost at an early age fosters hard living as a means of survival, and survive is about all we are capable of in the mass congestion and confusion of man eat man.
Some will blame the snake, others will blame the woman, but in today's world, it is all the same. Once corruption touches, it spreads like a disease invading a mindset and controlling a populous with little effort.
We find images of light pasted in what is left of books. Our libraries have been delineated and measured electronically. What we deem real, is a virtual abomination of a graphic interface providing an illusion.
Sometimes, when I chance an outside moment, raise my eyes to a purple sky, I make out the moons and feel the quick rush of hope in my heart; night breeze gracing my cheeks. Where there is still a small light flickering, hearts are able to recognize grace. The moment is fleeting, but reminds me of my mission.
— Pamela A. Lamppa, Nov 01, 2009
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