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Hearts like ours and Fire in the eyes
Aching and spinning in contusion divide
Brain is begining to contort and surprise
Alas I cry, for what have I done!
Breaking the sound with unusual drum
Tapping and tense concrete innocence
Pushing and pulling the heart and the mind
Where oh where do my convictions lie
In a place long ago free of ill will
Perhaps left alone
Like a fool on the hill
Nothing is perfect in longing for love
We struggle for meaning with help from above
Profound
Precise Reality!
Dichotomies
There are so many to stand between and "drum" - Great 150th write. Congratulations on reaching this milestone! I tend to over think. Chillin' lets the subconscience work out the conflicts. This is a lot of poem. :D
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GOOD TO SEE YOU, POET! - My PM is off: resting a bit, but still pushing out words like a poet. Hope all is sorted and working out well now and always for U :D's & xoxox. - Stella -
Just re-read 07-16-19 "free of il will" a fine image ivocative of youth and innocense. To be free of ill will might be the definition (the beginning) of happiness. ~(:D)~ slc