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A storm
a thousand letters I'll send by mail
or in bottles set adrift in ocean's care
as if possessed I write this tale
You are an obsession -like breathing air
There is no choice I wished there were
I'm not myself -the mirror lies
Turned fool or poet ranting in vain
now fresh winds forewarn of new tides
But I've lost my compass, both anchor and chain
my sails are tattered, the rudder's gone
yet I fear this storm has only just begun...
Stormy
Ride eh?
Well written, storm.
Storms leave eventually.
Sunny is ahead
See you
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
but the sun proves dull send
but the sun proves dull
send me the moon at night
and I'll fix this hull
and sail forever toward its light
"I have become a second generation cosmic being, I am conceived in the womb of nature, in my own mind... In the womb of the universe."