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In my Time Of Dying
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In my Time Of Dying |
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Kalle Member
since 2007-10-15
Posts 89Finland |
Being alive is being exposed to Hunger, Humiliation and Pain in more than one form. All of these are Interrelated. In losing grip of our mental Modus Operandi we lose grip of Physical reality. A situation from the Journal of a Man out of his surroundings: There is young Man, Serving clients or doing shopping, interacting either as a customer or as a tradesman. (With a Female) He is Blessed with good looks in accordance to these events: A Handsome young Man had Sex with Beautiful Young Woman that led Her To conceive. He is sunken to his inner doubts and does not notice the flirt. Accordingly the girl treats her coldly from this point. Our young man doesn`t know what he has done wrong to receive a treatment reserved for assailants. This depresses him more. The look on his face makes it aware to everyone that he is surrounded by that dreadful silence of an utterly lonely creature. There is ugly Death and Beautiful Dying. The soul Never Dies, It remembers everything. Every one of us owns their lives for the breathing of a Sentient Universe. There is no Death. |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
The soul Never Dies, It remembers everything. I think this is true.. nicely expressed.. RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
 well said, poet!Gaia nods her head. |
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Mike Montana New Member
since 2007-10-17
Posts 8Maryland |
I believe this poem was more of narrative poetry and it was open form. I believe this poem had good storyline behind it which is very interesting. I must say this poem is different in it's own way. Overall this was a good poem.. |
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