Love, life, nature, and thoughts
the never ending realm of reality
as it flows in the veins of life
to rest upon each page with subtlety
A block comes with dishonesty
when you have not been so for yourself
for you can not write your wisdom
while you lay your heart upon a shelf
Turmoil’s of the mind are frank
they shall never rest in ease
blocking your way of thinking
words are now lost upon the breeze
A cry in the night for help
will bring attention you don’t need
for in the end you shall sow
what you have planted with your seed
Life has become more stressful
as the money becomes now tight
but if words were born of that
should they ever have seen the light
Author notes
love, Life, thoughts, Hope.
A contest entry
- Take Me Somewhere We Can Be Alone... by ShatterglassSecret.
1700 points, ended December 13, 2008, 23 entries
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Comments
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your last two lines were fascinating. the ability to write and read and reflect is, indeed, untouched by the fickle nature of money, the focus in our lame, economically obsessed, capitalist world. your piece brings hope to my heart by pointing this out. thank you for your entry.
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nothing is taboo, well brought out.
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Thank you, my best wishes.
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