In a world of my own, I sit down, light a cigarette and write something out for you
Thinking up ideas about the things we should have to make it more of a better place
And that there becomes a problem if there isn't anywhere else left to accomplish other things
Then this poet rises to his seat and picks the moment for his pen to sit down and write
wisdom crawls in the sky with the gathering of children kneeling at Heavens doors
So to shout up to God for the world is changing in this effort that we have to fight
People all around carrying the bags of whatever it is that keeps them all afloat
That in writing a story so that in all of us we believe in the truth that there is a success
Even forgetting to write about it sometimes somehow seems to make the world a better place
Then trust in the Lord Almighty they said as we sat back and watched the universe unfold
The teardrops of each other's eyes looked deep into the matter that we all left behind
And the cost of the bill that was never paid for grew into the debt that built the planet
Invading another story which was written down a million years ago by someone new
Worshipping the territory you stand on with ever step getting closer to the truth
This book is filled with the chapters of genius because all of Nature taught it so
Flicking through the pages of any history book which told you that you were killed in a war
Embracing the poet again and again after reading the very last page in an effort of hope
Feeling and being poor in the unity of failing to follow in the degree of any military master
Telling you things we made up but went undercover for the reasons that are known
For killings untested, untreated, unarmed, unnamed, unnoticed and which is more unspoken of
So in showing you something that not even the magic or trickery of wizardry could compare
We take a bow and thank the stars who own all the living explosions of the real magician
Background moments falling into disarray because it always took an instant for us to wake up
That in being human we sleep to live another day and wake up in another decade later
The poet books will always remain the same to tell you how it is
When his pen runs out of ink,
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So many great lines, I'll read a few times, will quote you if I speak them aloud.
"The teardrops of each other's eyes looked deep into the matter that we all left behind"
Love your work
wow, that's amazing so thank you very much, my friend. I'm really glad you love it.
hey king kev.
I have so much to learn from you.
I have no idea how you do it.
one line comes to mind. the one about the bags people carry. I like backpacks and freedom.
I like my freedom too, but mine is freedom of mind and speech. to allow all things through it and pass into my intake of the new things I want to write about
I too, also have much to learn about so we can learn together if you like the idea. watching someone grow in anything right across the board is always good. for me, my passion is poetry and my favourite line in the poem is \"The teardrops of each other\'s eyes looked deep into the matter that we all left behind\". just to remind you, I\'m not too sure where it comes from either. maybe it\'s just that I have honed in on the ingredients to do so. thank you so much for your comment.
your so very welcome.
when I wrote backpacks and freedom. I meant putting lots of reading and writing material. into it and walk down to the city park. on the lawn next to the river. also ill bring water and a radio for the breaks.
I'm also an inward type of fellow. I take it in and let it out. I'm hoping for a sunny day tomorrow.
take care man. paul
where do ou live and what park are you talking about? I'm disabled so getting out and about these days seems to draw me to my home most of the time and that's where I all my thinking and writing. I have to use my imagination more so than the people out and about in the cities or the countryside. it doesn't matter to me because I write about them also. I am 47 now and have been writing a couple years now so it's coming together slowly and there are many more years yet to hone in on even more for the poem that I am always searching for. I hope you can achieve the same.
I live in the postage stamp state. RI I to am disabled, I've had paranoid schitzophrinia most of my life. its hereditary. the spelling is a little off. most of the time I have to stay in my apartment. I get scared of going out. sometimes my thoughts start racing.and it feels like I'm going to lose my mind. they give me medicine for it. but that only makes it worse. I don't trust doctors. ive been through many horrors. I hope they don't come back. all in all, i'm going to take it like a man. if that means anything. I rely on self help. and for the most part its working. I have a genuine love for life. and it is what it is. stay positive. I do
Nice work KB. My favorite line: "wisdom crawls in the sky with the gathering of children kneeling at Heaven's doors" One celebrated gift of the Holy Spirit is Wisdom, Christ teaches us to become like children, and the kneeling position is a sign of reverence to God (another gift of the Holy Spirit). Peace and blessings my friend.
I never released that Gary, so thank you for teaching me this and I'm glad tou like the write.
Nice format. Ponderous thoughts.
thank you, Augustus. it's really good to see your back, my friend.
Nice work KB. My favorite line: "wisdom crawls in the sky with the gathering of children kneeling at Heaven's doors" One celebrated gift of the Holy Spirit is Wisdom, Christ teaches us to become like children, and the kneeling position is a sign of reverence to God (another gift of the Holy Spirit). Peace and blessings my friend.
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