Laughter Lost

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    Laughter Lost

    8 billion people, 8 billion lives
    dirty streets and dirty lies
    8 billion hearts, 8 billion minds
    infinite space- infinite time
    I reached for the secret too soon
    and so high was I
    But chasing a high forever I will
    And lost in the world I find myself still,
    I thought I'd learn't my way to maturity,
    Touched by the dirty hand of the real world in my youth;
    I melted into a mold as if I belonged to the crusted factories
    That were yielded by the industrial generation.

    The sun was my father in my early years
    And the moon was my mother,
    The stars were my sisters
    and the Earth- my brother.
    Then one day I had eaten the fruit
    And my quest to know took me deep to the roots;
    I touched the female body, and the female body touched mine-
    I inhaled different smokes, different drinks, and different wines
    I've laughed, I've cried, I've cheated- I've lied;
    What a crazy world, what a crazy ride.

    My soul was born as a golden sphere
    and my heart was fire, my eyes were clear-
    But the ladders of learning hung above my being,
    And the temptation of knowledge was forever gleaming.
    But predicament I had come to see,
    For the rote system was no place for me;
    So I cheated the system, and up the ladders I climbed,
    Which started my life for the very first time.
    Experience became my teacher,
    And regret became my preacher-
    I was a little kid in a big candy shop,
    My eyes had lost their innocence
    And my jaw had dropped.

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    jademelissa74 commented on Laughter Lost

    06-08-2009

    Wisdon at its best. I like the imagery you exhibit throughout this piece. Very full in content. I have truly enjoyed this poem. "Regret, became my preacher" Strong, vivid sentence!

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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