I still remember it well, that feeling you can't touch me this is my own spell.
I can't block the physical but my brain is a cell, I've locked myself in it and all the people can melt.
Drown in my illiterate illusions of self, knowing this life is my own to compel
Step by step I played many cards, mixed with reality and the emotional scars
Now I open myself up as life reflects it back at me, the endless battle of what I perceive
Do we all play the blagging game until all paths are blocked, even creating new ones to hold onto the lock
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Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Been a strange day, trying to rebalance....
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I am quite sure we all get days like this.... tomorrow will be entirely different .. just mark my words.........
Neville
I hope you know what I don't! Due date is tomorrow lol.
Thank you always appreciated
No, we don't all have to play the blagging game. Best advice is - when you've nothing to say, say nothing.
Sometimes when theres a hard job to be done our mind enters a turmoil. Funny thing is though, once that job is done our mind returns to where it was before.... with just a little bit more self knowledge onboard.
Keep your fingertips flowing and dipped in the river of positivity and it will lift you up, lift you down or anywhere else in the world you wan't to go. I felt a touching in my heart that I will reflect on intrinsically I have no doubt about that. Your work brings hearts to the masses so keep doing what reflects in your heart to heal, love all and never forget the importance of your life, your poetry and yourself...
Each of those blocked paths in our lives do get opened and as we go through the blockage it adds to our experience and our wisdom increases, as yours is doing all the time Dan.
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