Open Poetry #32 |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
At last, I see the fountain that follows the sky, it's final colors disapear into a night long ago forgotten. The first star of the eve envelopes me, rapture at best, taking the pleasure within to find the fallen Sun. How is it I can see but have the lack of wisdom to enact? For the signal is weaker than before, the question still remains. How is that we have become so blind? The natural act of seeing, being replaced with curious lack of recognition. True times have come and yet we still waste them arguing about whom is correct. Does it truely matter if I am left or right, I always belived I was somewhat centerd. And in times of duress we still tend to yell, to banter, to accuse, to never turn back those faults which we have ingested. We are both nutured and of nature, attempting to come clean amongst ourselves. And within ourselves we shall fail until we understand that the truth is not onesided, but of many parts. That failing to listen to all sides will envelope us into the past where we are once again. Silence begins as a scream, one by one slaughterd until nothing is heard, nothing is witnessed, and only the sky will ever know from wence it came. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Michael, I am listening...I hear much wisdom in your words. .....jo |
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