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Meanings & Discipline
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Meanings & Discipline |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Thinkers browse and reference ancient fathers Devotion fastens seasons to life’s personal options Like echoing aftershocks Railing against torrential rains In nanoseconds Which stings the eye of all flaunting senses Destroying child like innocence Very late morning additions of newspapers Crowd my suitcase in a neutral place Where I become an emigrant in my own land Colors and shapes revolve around experience Sarcasm poisons the tone of manly interests Sneaking up on the driving forces of artists Bouncing back and forth like a question of reason It hesitates, like moisture draping enigmatic fear Even the Eyes of March wears contacts Looking out long windows of vulnerable hearts While homicidal rates climb social confederacy You don’t have to shoot a gun to kill a person’s heart Owners of dogs with iron fences Stow away behind locked doors Searching for clues despite the arms of their lovers Their beliefs now have editorials And you only have to lie to me once There I am with a pregnant memory In this world of car wrecks and intoxicated reporters Global Awards chew into realism Working arduous midnight shifts Undertaking retrospect honing in on well Established very small turning points With a powerful medium Who obsesses about some theme of motivation Tickling unpredictable imaginations Keeping a journal of site and design Tasks of the artist, mirrors objectives of its owners Sharing an internal train which never stops You can three-hole-punch them into a scrapbook But their virtue will never be stopped Recording the heart of each day tried and true Remembering the mementos of Anne Frank’s future Does time change things really? Or do people die as they lived? When writing down thoughts, One never knows where it leads As light always seems to flow Thoughts through trees Launching humanitarian missions Causing widespread alumni graduating from Every disaster Where larger shipments of HOPE Focus on millions of significant steps Together weaves a festival Screaming, “You Aint Seen Nothin Yet”! |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ Unfortunatly what you say is true. And the answer lies in the children. But it hasn't happened yet. The question is will it ever? Thank you and take care.  |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
if I took all of my thoughts ever and just picked one or two and made them the world like God did back then I wonder which ones I would pick would they oppose like love and hate or would they combine like love and like it is where your poem took me now I will be messed up with this all day (really dug it LJ...) |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
There are so many beautiful deep thoughts in this write. So much to ponder. You are an amazing thinker, poet, and philosopher. Very nice Lee J. JL  She said: ”You look cute in the dark.” |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
got me thinking, deep, your a very wise lady  |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Thought provoking poem, LeeJ, leaving me much to ponder. .....jo |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
never know where thoughts will lead |
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