I'm still uncertain, my mission here
a lot to say, no one to hear
no one to care, the words I say
but expected to play their karmic games.
I have a lot to say, no one to care
a lot to give, a lot to share
no one to receive
the love I have to heal.
I live alone in my home
though not physically alone
I live my life in a zone
vibing distinctive tones.
I'm lost most of the time
like muscadines on a vine
left out in the sun to dry
never made fine wines.
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Nobody listened...
but they drank his wine. Was that Jeramiah Bullfrog? Damn! I hear you; Living in the "Zone" takes lots of guts, I know, it's not easy. hang in there. ~ Geez.
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thanks
lol glad you liked it. glad you you stop by
Hi Barb
Now how Could I skip a poem with muscadines in it? I enjoyed this completely
Hey Stan
Glad you like it. I got muscadine in my yard so I just put in it and it worked.
Hi Barbara
I enjoyed this poem as well...is the repetitive words some poetry form?
be well..
Thanks raj
Glad you came by. And yes the repetitive is a poetry form I coming up with naturally as I’m writing lately.