Open Poetry #1 |
Perception |
fjones Member
since 1999-06-07
Posts 98MS |
There is many a time You seem to read my mind. But in the end You can’t know what I intend. Your view of my actions Are clouded by your past attachments. Your history guides your comprehension. If only you could change the definitions. Erase the imprints on your heart. Make a new start. Allow me to ease your misery. Let us make our own new history. [This message has been edited by fjones (edited 06-20-99).] |
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Miasma Junior Member
since 1999-06-11
Posts 13San Diego, CA |
We imagine happiness in a foreign land...but here we are, both hand in hand. Happiness is here, not there, nor near that here by there. Change the constant through the constance of change... ------------------ Let your self be free among the sky. Otherwise you're just here. Pointlessness mistakes reality. |
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