Depression Understood Forums

i live in the never never,
in the mountains of old,
where the spirits of the aboriginal elders wander, waiting.
where wallabies and roos' graze on the lushes slopes.
where echidnas' crawl among the same grasses of old.
the spirits are waiting,
waiting to retake this land,
waiting for the demise of the white fella.
i live in the never never.

take care

I live in the far, far north
In the land of ice, snow, moose and bear
The spirits of our native elders wait and wander
Many of our native childrensmoke, ddrink, abuse anything they can find
And die by their own hand far too often

Why do we make life this way
Why is struggle so closely attached to it
It takes so few of us to make all the food we need for all
But no matter how efficient we make our production facilities
So many of us seem destined to struggle to exist

The free market. Talk about having a love hate relationship with someone
We are, as a society, both beautiful and hideous

Well spoken, Alaska.
So true. I especially like your closing sentence.

to alaska,

i like your poem.
i hope your day is a good one.
take care

Thank you both. I was, of course, just using the template that Fallen had begun. I wrote a little bit of poetry years ago and admire those that can.

Alaska wrote:And die by their own hand far too often

Why do we make life this way....
So many of us seem destined to struggle to exist

I hate (yes hate) the idea that comes to me, that the natural order of things is culling the human heard. I hate it because, as you said Alaska, this is by our own hands. By our own hands we drive ourselves down. By our own hands we step on each other to climb the hill. By our own hands we create or exacerbate the inequality in the world (Not to mention what we do to the environment [and by we i mean our race incusive]). But populations which explode also collapse. It's the way of things.

Alaska wrote:We are, as a society, both beautiful and hideous

Two sides of the same coin (I keep telling myself). Insightful none the less Alaska. Beauty and ugliness, pleasure and pain, light and dark, hideous and voluptuous; It's the dance, the rich complexity between polarities that to me is life and worth living. If only I could make a living from it, then I wouldn't have to struggle. But then maybe I wouldn't care.

Anyway... struggle awaits...

((((Hugs))))