Where do thoughts and answers come from?
Can I truly claim their mine.
If I take the credit, do I commit a crime?
Vanity of vanities, all look at me.,
Words I have created to my credit they shall be.
But who really gives songs in the night?
Then test's me in the morning to see if I am right.
The power and the glory hidden or exposed,
Can be found in our story and the way it is composed.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Good thought to ponder my friend,
Never thought of that, now I will !! Great work friend
What a friend we have!
😁😁😁
Who gives the songs? Maybe what matters how the gifted if song places them in the world,let’s them thrive and shine.
Amen.
that
'I think therefore I am'
is the shallowest thing in philosophy
to begin with, it has 'I'
in there twice
who here knows what 'I' or 'self'
represents in their lives
when we are a product of our influences..
yeah, question
seek, believe
fall, bleed, scar
then rise
back to the grind
question, seek
believe
live, live, LIVE!
(a great message dear Poet
thank you!)
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