What is ....?I turn back and look, My life has been winding like a brook.What is ....?
The large and the most grevious of questions, Have all consumed me and become my obsession.
The truth lies within the mind, But it seems dept has been lost of most mankind.
Why is it hard to look beyond a face? Might it be that humanity need only slow its pace?
What we think we know, May someday prove to be a big show.
Emotion as well can lead to fault, For it can question what we thought we felt.
But neither mind or feeling can grant experience, Only time itself p
RiversThrough trees that stand mighty and tall Through mountains dominant and greyRivers
The water weaves through the lattices A journey that will take days
The final rest is the same for all In an ocean vast and distant
Yet still the river lets itself flow A testiment to persistance
During even the coldest of the days The rivers will not yield
For their strength will remain unmatched Even the earth cannot stand their force, as itself is peeled
War Across TimeWith nothing but rocks Man still made war But back then he realized what it was forWar Across Time
From the craftsman of wood To the forgings of steel The dark ages came And again, men showed evil
A nation oppresed After a long failing fight A leader rose up And cause yet another blight
The future is here And again its begun But this time the war Doesn\'t even give the children a run
With failing hands The munitions are passed For another generation Hoping it will be better than the last
War isn\'t an ans
Image of the imaginationIn a forest dark and green Lives a people who remain unseenImage of the imagination
They travel light and dash away At the very first signs of day
Known only in legend, and in earlier times They are without any pains or crimes
But nothing but the thoughts, of a creative man Are these creatures with make our lives seem bland
Their existence is in the minds of many But what is the difference, when imagination is plenty
This poem itself came from a mind One yet undiscovered, and to its owner, divine
*sigh*
Now cmon and submit more of your awesome poetry!
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Loving you long time since 1986
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Boob
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*Channing, William Ellery ~ Difficulties are meant to rouse, not discourage.
*Yevgeny Zamyatin~The most wonderful thing in life is to be delirious and the most wonderful kind of delirium is being in love.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
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