My life unfolds like the book you spoke of,
The book you can’t put down.
And as you study the brittle, frail pages
As your hands hold the broken spine
Weakened and stretched by the readers before you
You realize; God wrote this book too.
This book is not an easy read.
It’s not a weekend novelette.
It’s the story of our lives.
Printed, black… white… red (if we’re lucky).
Published and released to the public
As far more than a pop culture manifesto
Or a handy guide to… whatever people still look for.
It’s full of poetry, and lyrics
Stories of late night car rides, and space travel.
Conversations about the deepest issues
Slipped in between bouts of small talk.
Line for line the plotline twists and tangles
Never leading on to what the next chapter holds.
Still, we read on.
What did you think?
Comments
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I just really like the big picture this piece conveys...
with it's superb title .....
I think it's a knock out piece my brother...
You take on a massive overview with ease and cleverness of a true poet...
I'm going to add you to my favs my friend...
i really like your perspective and how you observe and convey...
you have an obvious talent.....
Peace my brother,
Liam
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A wonderful, feeling poem. I liked it very much.
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I really like this, beautiful reminds me of a piece I wrote along the lines of this. Just amazinggg (:
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Intriguing look at life from a pre-determined attitude. Indeed, if it is already written, why do we need to read? Life is a great adventure, and I for one don't want to flip quickly to the end to see how it all works out - I know that already...
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