thinking like the last one did me all the favours I never asked for
embalming the thought of the tragic magic wand that disappeared
heating up inside turned the pot into a boiling memory of lost healing
showing in the tantrum efforts were made to even stay alive
sadness kindled lightly upon the broken rock of being a diamond
eventful diagnosis creamed the hands of greed and the let-offs
when the wealth enters into someone's soul it melted in the fire
drowning in the relish of being rich but everything then sold out
craving those emotions which turn up the level on every head there is
stopped what life is all about and changing it into something better
with the touch of an artist brush, he can wash it all too easily far away
and in crying about the leaning tower that it should turn up one day
hoping the greatest rivers open up the floods and washes all our troubles away
delving into minds that escape into the worlds we all fascinated by
which way do we go when the eraser told us all to bugger off
so believing is a thing not to be trusted if it's written from an empty box
that in a belief we criticise how much strength it has always provoked
when above opened up the doors for us to enter into another life
foreseen by the intellect we call so dangerous and depicted without fear
so uplifting religion in a way that our beings can only dream of
yet, in the existence of everything that was ever created and born here
there appears the illusional thinking which always tells the truth
the apparitions are teaching us things that live in another universe
bewildering emptiness with the scope of never being able to conceive it
invisibility told the things we see are never really there anyway
soul searching for the vision when God woke up one day
that we kneel to greatest and in the hope, we have succeeded.
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Kevin, there is so much in your writing that speaks to me, but it would take me another day or so to comment on all of it. One that sticks out though is "the things we see are never really there". Sometimes I wonder what is more "real", what I see outside the window or what I "see" in my imagination.
I printed your poem since it will take a long time to just understand everything, or more likely to find out that I don't understand!
I wish you well and I hope you can pick up messages from it. I'm glad it speaks to my friend. that's why I write it.
let me know how you get along.
Sorry, only have a few minutes. Spent the whole day sanding and painting my house. Too much work and too little fun!
Lots to think about. Enjoyed
Great and profound thoughts. I got some of it like the searching for a new or true reality. Need to read more times as to get yo more understanding.
profound is aptly put. thank you for your time to read.
high kevin,
I'm going to keep a keen eye upon your work. you can and do teach us all something that is worthwhile. for the poet who is physically well, writes from that point. and does not see the other side to clearly. so we are able to see you write from that side. and learn.
m prayers include the thought for all human life and the better of each and every one of their lives. if I can help through writing my 'worthwhile' thoughts anyone learning then my wish has been fulfilled. I appear to be evolving into something far deeper than I ever imagined. I have so much more also to feed the world of good and beautiful things/ it takes readers like you along my journey that breeds the poetry in me. for it's you who I write about and for. thank you for your wonderful praising comments. I relish in you thirst to grow and learn even more than we already know.
I am overwhelmed with joy after reading those wonderful words.
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