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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
There's beauty here I hate their notches And noses that wish to snuff me out Open my next window See that stands in my way, A little fluff and puff Narrow tension And a bulk of frustration The bubble grown large Borders transparent Borders just the same Brush away the fog and see the extreme My toil isn't through I can see in the clearing Right past the fuzzy spots A peak But its still just a peak He has made everything beautiful in its own time. -Ecclesiastes 3:11 |
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Purity Senior Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 526Once Upon, USA |
"My toil isn't through I can see in the clearing Right past the fuzzy spots A peak But its still just a peak" When is a peak ever just a peak? You are the peaker; you just don't know how high you are yet. (there's a lol there somewhere) You're beautiful. If the fuzzies can't see through their cataracts, then send 'em back from the wincing they came... Wings bruised from turning away in such confined space...Not broken...still healable...still feathered with life, somewhere |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
I guess I was refering more to music, but I somewhat get what you mean. I don't realize exactly what I'm doing, I just know I'm not doing what I want to be doing. Thanks for the encouragement. -GIS He has made everything beautiful in its own time. -Ecclesiastes 3:11 |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
Great Poem, I Liked It Alot...  I'd Rather Be Hated For Who I Am Then Loved For What I'm Not~!~ |
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