Thoughts On The Human Race

[HARDCORE]

The enclosed poem what selected as one of the 1000 Poems of the Millennium [1900-1999]
Rick [Hardcore] wrote it in 1981 and was first published in 1992 I think!

Thought You Guys Might Like To Re-Read This...

Brenda
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Thoughts On The Human Race!

I dream far better and greater dreams than your reality,

And far, far, juster gods than in the dark depths of your fantasy,

Your hypocrisy wallows in festering pits that are beneath my contempt,

And your self-created facade of good is but an empty sham,

Your vision of a God in your corrupted image is naught but a lark,

Designed deep within your own insignificant and puny mind,

For you my brainless little friend are but a step above the cave,

And a recurring blight upon the ever dying land,

You insist upon putrefying all good while you ignore the truly divine,

Then you vomit forth a foul rhetoric more akin to a cur,

How dare ye deem your odious existence as anything more than a

malignantly gross mistake OF NATURE!?

H. Rick Tavares
Copyright ©2000 Poet Tavares

[Boats]

HC your words are a work of art.
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I pass along a poem I once wrote but
never published nor sent it out;
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But in our short life which is a bitch at times
we cover our ass - as is worth all those dimes!
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Evil is the work of the devil - his talent is great
But to compromise of his work may be a mistake;
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His work is not art - but rather its seeded
He needs no ambition - none is needed;
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Man serves no master at any time
The devil himself he feels just tine;
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Devil be gone - for once - and for all
We need not your temper its greed that's all;
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So take onto yourself your dastardly deeds
As it does not meet our social needs;
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Look to the heaven for God's Glory in life
Only to suffer at the devils delights;
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We meet one another often in life
Due to our needs and our ongoing strife;
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Hand over hand we are dealt these ordeals
Only to find life goes on and heart it heals;
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So on to our Lord of our lives
We give unto you our suffered strife's;
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And in the end we go our ways we only find
it's been the good we were dealt in many bad days;
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Note: My Mom was bible reader she read passages
and she prayed and yet her life was full of strife and
she died - a lonely life that was dealt to her at the end.
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Boats