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what does a dog hear behind closed doors?

violene of bombs ripping apart the world

cold calculated gunfire

calculated really?



my dad listens to music that sounds like people are crying

instead of singing

i dont like it beacuse its too much truth

for me to handle.



small town life unclouded by material possessions

the human experience is all too raw

remembering the old is like thinking

about our futures

as i watch people wither and die



loneliness, pain and detriment

is seen without the lashings of tinsel

we are born to die

and this is less than glamourous



there is nothing to do with myself

im anxious

wasting my time until the days i die

i can see this

im fooling myself that in the city its any different

distracting myself until the day i die

shopping in the material world

hoping to find some comfort for my soul

but my soul can rest there

as everything flies away

in the wind of a bomb.

everything?



i think the only thing we want to save

in underground shelters

that we hope will last even with the worlds destruction

even when the bomb blows the world apart

is love

is that love is invinsible to bombs

that it is uncalculated

and in this not meant to be

a miracle.

that all that remains when each atom is split

is love.

untangible? undestructable.

that two souls find each other

to be completely whole in love

and when the bombs drop from the sky

dont worry

we will be together

forever

that love will remain without any physical constraints

or is that part of love itself?



the struggle, the bitterness

but when there is nothing left on earth

but love

pure love

with no stuggle or bitterness

that the world will be whole

and complete

because we can be together.

without complication

like animals

their raw emotions existing without many ties

ours will exist without any?

that our hatred might end this physical struggle

and blow this planet away so that nothing exists but

pure love.

or at least i like to think something that comes out of all this pain and hatred

heaven?

where does love go?

heaven.