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This War within You. This War that is about You. The Sounds are all Around. Explosions, Dreams and a Mix of it all within Ones Head. This Amateur Novice is Not Trained and is Learning in Away from Backwards to Forwards and then Forwards to Backwards in Present Seasons. A Dream in an Existence. A New Phenomenon. A Miracle in a Paradox. Simply doing Hard Time in Life. Your Now Frozen in Time or in Outer Space. You got Me just Looking at My Thoughts. Bright Eyes. Your Skin is White and Pale. But its Me Continuing and Seeing You. Place after Place. Face after Face. Common in Away. Your Frozen in My Mind in the Day. Even at Midnight. Your a Marvel to Me. Plentiful and Numerous. You Slip In and Out. Like a Jumper. Spirits, Voices and Ghosts. Claiming to be One and then Another and then Many. Judging. You can Spin like a Storm and Mix Up like a War. The Sounds of Explosions, Dreams and No Training for this Amateur Novice Hour. Back and Forth. Infused and Steep. Outer Space and Frozen. Travel. Eternity. Looking onto You as You are Me as I am You. My Sweet Bright Eyes Full Mystery. Marvel and Marble. A Smooth Stone. Like on a Rotating Space Belt. Saturn and its Rotation. Powder and Moons. Craziness Saturn has Shown Me even on its Enormous Belt with Moons...
M.J.S.
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Author:
MJS (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 7th, 2018 04:18
- Comment from author about the poem: A Poem about My Mind at All Times. Dancing and Balancing. Confusion and Steering Straight. The Circus and All the Games. How Sweet It All Is?***
- Category: Surrealist
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Your words conveyed an awesome mixture of knowing and seeking to know seeing and looking, hearing and listening, being and being again.
I liked it š
Thank You for the compliment. Iām glade You enjoyed My Poem. Life is a Circus with many Games to be Played. I have Relatives that Disagree.
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