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They say the best people
Never reply,
Only understand
Sometimes those people
Will share
Their understanding
Others will simply
Form a reply
And say it's all right
Yet, there are people
Who take the time,
They think - appreciate
And leave by words
That last forever in minds
But, there's others
Who take no time
To read with thought
And rather leave replies
That to those people
Are the kind, rich
With no meaning
And of those people,
The ones who understand,
There are many in the world
But only few who know it
Sometimes, the best of the best
Are those who don't see
What's in themselves
Despite that their words
Sit right in front of them -
But they're not enough
Never enough
That's just the key
That opens the understanding
Into other thoughts,
Another mind
That allows never replies,
But words that are shared
And the words like that
Are the ones
That never leave the mind
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I've met many,
Yet there's always those
Who stand out in a crowd
Filled with the same words
There is at least one
With simple words
Impacted with meaning
And sometimes it's wondered
If it's ever realized
Just how much
Words can mean
When they're expressed
In the way
Of such understanding
Years may go by even
Before a realization
Is set in understanding
Such as another year
That's gone by
With these words
Filling the eyes
Of many readers
Changing the ideas
With a few simple words
That make even other writers
Stop and think themselves over
Never reply,
Only understand
Sometimes those people
Will share
Their understanding
Others will simply
Form a reply
And say it's all right
Yet, there are people
Who take the time,
They think - appreciate
And leave by words
That last forever in minds
But, there's others
Who take no time
To read with thought
And rather leave replies
That to those people
Are the kind, rich
With no meaning
And of those people,
The ones who understand,
There are many in the world
But only few who know it
Sometimes, the best of the best
Are those who don't see
What's in themselves
Despite that their words
Sit right in front of them -
But they're not enough
Never enough
That's just the key
That opens the understanding
Into other thoughts,
Another mind
That allows never replies,
But words that are shared
And the words like that
Are the ones
That never leave the mind
-------------
I've met many,
Yet there's always those
Who stand out in a crowd
Filled with the same words
There is at least one
With simple words
Impacted with meaning
And sometimes it's wondered
If it's ever realized
Just how much
Words can mean
When they're expressed
In the way
Of such understanding
Years may go by even
Before a realization
Is set in understanding
Such as another year
That's gone by
With these words
Filling the eyes
Of many readers
Changing the ideas
With a few simple words
That make even other writers
Stop and think themselves over
Literature
The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
Literature
Shamayim
The ancient land of Shamayim
was wrought by El the ever-fair,
together with his favoured son,
Yeshua Gentle-Hands and their
beloved wisest counsellor:
a man called Ruach Breath-of-El.
And ne'er were three such faithful friends
and ne'er did three agree so well --
that aided one must aid them all.
Thus prospered wondrous Shamayim.
The people built a throne for El
of golden bough and silver limb
with crystal lilies trailing down,
all glowing in his brilliance.
They sang and danced and played for him
and reveled in his radiance.
Yeshua sat at his right hand
and 'twixt them oft was Ruach found.
Yet many times he wandered out
towards Shamayim's f
Literature
Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
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So, I had an idea for a poem and was thinking about how to write it when suddenly... I notice that somebody's birthday is today.
So, I decided to form this idea into a poem for a person who has lasted another year of the war they call life - which also means it's been another year of his words being passed around.
Happy birthday ! Since cakes are overrated (TDG reference for the day ) have a cookie!
Okay, maybe not the cookie... ...Maybe cake isn't so bad after all.
3.12.14
So, I decided to form this idea into a poem for a person who has lasted another year of the war they call life - which also means it's been another year of his words being passed around.
Happy birthday ! Since cakes are overrated (TDG reference for the day ) have a cookie!
Okay, maybe not the cookie... ...Maybe cake isn't so bad after all.
3.12.14
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such a good poem!