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Humanities goal


I'm stuck between gods and beasts Between full-on attacks and all out retreats The world is being shaped by all of my deeds And my selfishness reveals the ultimate of all realities I need to survive Obviously there is an "I" But to outshine the rest I must care for others even when they're not at their best That's the humanities test Morality permeates our ecosystem Is it self-induced or god-given I'm not at liberty to say Maybe that's not even the important thing What should be right and wrong Who gets to say what's been for so long Is what truly perpetuates our society towards liberation Freedom from concepts can be so demanding Are we meant to shed this physical existence In merge into one entity and spiral into the cosmos for infinity Or are we meant to dominate this Earth And be its sole inhabitants The fittest being humanity as it just so happens to be I can't just allow myself to fade into blackness There must be more I can almost taste it it's on the tip of my tongue it's perpetually priceless Existential freedom over carnal vices We must journey together there's no room for soloists It's a harmonious endeavor that ends in oneness The path is altruistic and a tandem free fall Spiraling towards zero and an end to it all.......... Or is it the beginning
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James Oberfeldt

Recently released prisoner for bank robberies. Self proclaimed Buddhist Christian. Singer,guitarist songwriter. Lives in rural new england. Father of one beautiful 21 year old daughter. Very close to brother sister and mother. 37 years old. Employed by demolition company which means I get to destroy stuff and get payed for it. Residing at a halfway house in Manchester, NH.

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HB Rita
<p>We all are stuck in someway to running our life. It is true.</p><p>Wonderful poem.</p>

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