I Am A Thief...Forgive Me... Comments

My soul is not for sale, however it is swollen, great time for it to be Stolen?

A splendid poem! Indeed I like it..Thank you..

what are you really stealing? it is but a dream an ambition a desire. a lack luster life of a pearl in an oyster only appriciated after it is stolen from its keeper. is what you see truly a treasure or just an iritation to its owner.

I like the poem in all its complexity. I think the greatness of superb artist lies always somehow outside of themselves. If we try to produce something with strength of mind or even our own heart, often we reach not very far. Only if we let go, and try to connect to the universe and through the universe to others, our muse starts flowing, our inspiration appears and our pen starts to write. I am not sure I am interpreting the poem correctly but these were the thoughts it provoked in me. Good and thought provoking poem.

You can not steal what is yours from the start... please... help yourself... it belongs to you as my gift...

love your words for your honesty