i discovered life for the first time, it was like an unvieling of my senses. i looked around for the first time and saw that there is alot going on in this world. my world expanded and i have a knew horizon before me. there are alot of people n this world who have words in them waiting to come out but sadly they don not allow themselves to be heard. i hope to never fall into that catergory again.
My life is a blur. I am chasing the time allotted to me, it is always just beyond my reach. What would I do if I ever caught up to it? I would slow it down, I would chain it down with atlas's chains that bind him. Alas my time is finite and as such life is so much sweeter that way, but yet so bitter. How many poets would be inspired to write a verse if their life would be infinite. What style, what kind of verse would God write I ponder. Better yet we, life, nature this universe is His poem.
ON dry land I drowned, the only
Smile I have is a frown and I cut
Myself in vein
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In the time of May
The living dance upon
My grave
Some how Through The darkness
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In a white room I stand
With the man in white
I see him talk but hold
My ears tight.
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In your golden age, you lose your self for things that can not be yours
The man in white whispers in your ear, 'A small price to pay for something that you don't use... anyway' and shows you many doors
They all slowly creek open and you look about for more
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