Words read but unspoken can be quite loud in your ear
Insecurity hold intentions that never appear.
Chosen in the heat or contemplating deep, echoes live on until the vessel sleeps.
Searching for what's lost but unable to name, can make a beast run wild unable to tame
Lost in the conundrum of intellectual known comes emotionally charged particles that have no where to go!
That is why I write from the heart but challenged by my soul, as each line is a sentence of a life that I'm trying not to let go or drown in the endless human created show
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Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: From the blood that flows poetry is in my bones.
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