{"id":54582,"date":"2019-06-22T23:20:05","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T03:20:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=54582"},"modified":"2019-06-25T15:52:19","modified_gmt":"2019-06-25T19:52:19","slug":"in-the-beginning-post-apocalypse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/in-the-beginning-post-apocalypse\/","title":{"rendered":"In the beginning\/post apocalypse"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sshhh, silence echoes<\/p>\n<p>What a thought, shooting star<\/p>\n<p>Catch it, light it on fire and set it free<\/p>\n<p>Dancing in circles, surround by watchers<\/p>\n<p>A separation between space and time, thought.<\/p>\n<p>In the beginning was an idea. And we Dance.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<hr \/>\n<p>The darkness in man has been let free, not like you have seen in the movies of old, so I&#8217;ve been told stories use to have pictures moving.<\/p>\n<p>The world is cold to the touch, what can grow here? A fire surrounds the wanders, where can we go? No one knows why man fell but we are here now.<\/p>\n<p>Surviving this deserted garden. Turn and be eaten, eat and be turned. Ill forgotten, lost in plain sight; a child still wonders. *smile*<\/p>\n<p>The only yesterdays we remember, running, fighting, freezing in fire, the water is on fire, eat what a goal maybe tomorrow.<\/p>\n<p>Fighting striving for that next breath, not to be on top just to have enough to wake up. Do it all again, ready or not<\/p>\n<p>fire consuming the man himself. Pick your desire, worst than animals we&#8217;ve become.<\/p>\n<p>In this last note I write a civilized cry. A memory lost, a dream, maybe even hope. A poem lost to time. A language gone.<\/p>\n<p>I will wake tomorrow, but tomorrow I will be gone.<\/p>\n<p>Understand, if found, pure thought can be sung-song, writ-poem, numbers rule the universe, All Around you death, there is art in hateful sorrow.<\/p>\n<p>Respect the Strugggle<\/p>\n<p>*Always find a reason to SMILE*<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sshhh, silence echoes What a thought, shooting star Catch it, light it on fire and set it free Dancing in circles, surround by watchers A separation between space and time, thought. In the beginning was an idea. And we Dance. The darkness in man has&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1267,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-54582","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54582","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1267"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=54582"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54582\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":58646,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54582\/revisions\/58646"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=54582"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=54582"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=54582"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}