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Truth
Contributed by
The_unknown
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Thursday, 17th March 2011 @ 10:05:49 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Fire afoot
I touched the golden hand
I grew infinitely out of my being
And realized
I am still my past
You couldn't destroy a soul faster
From the clouds above and the fiery rock below
I have no place to call my home
So can I taste the air of a better mood?
I tell you, I walked with giants
But still my mind sits in darkness
I flew on the wings of heroes in the sky
Still, I couldn't fly forever
I battled monsters
But they still lurk in the shadows
I learned the meaning of love
But I can't explain it
I saw the flaws of humanity
Though never could I change it
And I fought my tragedies
But my life is still tragic
Fire afoot
I touched the golden hand, but
Where does one go from here?
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2011-03-17 22:05:49]
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Re: Truth
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by iodinelove on
Sunday, 20th March 2011 @ 12:03:44 AM AEST
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I had a mushroom trip like that once, a long time ago.
Where do we go indeed. I guess we ought to just go on trying to be what human beings ought to be, whatever that is. |
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Re: Truth
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by FlintHunter on
Thursday, 8th September 2011 @ 01:51:27 PM AEST
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| One reading and I am in love with this lovely poem. It is a gentle thing -- yet it says a lot. It doesn't need over-powering strength to tell its tale -- sometimes you can say more quietly... and you DID. Great job! --FlintHunter |
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