Summary:
Was thinking about how culture is handed down, through the generations... Specifically... How... Like... As groups of people we all had to be violent and crazy to have some level of freedom... How that stays in our blood... How... How these energies surface and manifest in the ensuing generations... Like graffiti... Twas once war paint now they made it an art form acceptable to suburbia...
Most of us came from have not tribes
Having to fight, to stay alive
Passing it all on down the line
To each generation, from vibration into vibes
Down the line of the time lines
For the lines of time, some have died
And those
that
Survived. Amend
the trends
to
Their own. Ends
History, or, the past, molded
by: That
which
came
last. What will last
as the future
becomes
The past
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Cipher
Poems
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That last bit about the future becoming the past is enlightening. I like the thought that went into this piece.
Powerfully penned, Cipher. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Fia… <#3
Thank you Damian… <#3