Mystery Writings
Written July 25th, 2005
In the emptiness of my mind, I sought what I should do
to mend my heart, to live my life and heal all of my wounds
And as my mind fluttered, pictures started to form
revealing hidden words to me and thus my poetry formed
I don't know where it comes from, a little pain, some joy and sadness.
Sometimes a dream, a vent or rage or even a glimpse at my madness
At times I let you delve inside, deep into the depths of my soul
But most the time it's just fantasies that never have been told.
I simply put my pen to paper as my hand moves on it's own
and hope that it all makes sense when it's ready to be shown
But should my paper wield ancient symbols or forbidden things
sacred its kept or meets the fire setting it off upon angel's wings
For prophecy, does often speak displaying tongues of olden ways
not meant to meet the mundane world in such passionate displays
So now you know my secret muse, the voice that spurs the mystery
of words spun into poetic form from my hand, for the world to see
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Comments
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I couldn't agree with you more on this one. I believe that's why we all write poetry. There's something about releasing the emotions from within that help to heal.
I love to read poetry, and I believe reading it helps my spirit in growing, just as much with putting it down on paper.
This is a very touching one.
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bRAVO
bRAVE And true
I know this feeling well
deep inside the depts of my soul,
this is why I love to read poetry
how awesome is it to see in someone soul.
and your is indeed beautiful
EXCELLENT
GOD BLESS...
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