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There is no longer fire in my soul
no poetry in my heart\
that speaks to me its beauty
my spirit shuns the light
my words grow cold
and the essence that
defines me
weakens each day
as I languish
in space and time
May 05, 2014
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i don't agree
there is no weakness
that I can see
you are the
FATHER of HUMAN STRENGTH
victory over
mindless
defeat
But this is well expressed as
But this is well expressed as a poem,
so complete, so balanced in it's message,
I like it very much Joe, you are a master.
Love Anni
Joe
A great piece in times of despair
I only wish I could send good cheer
Yet I cannot feel the things you do
Your inner self will see you through.
Just believe that your life is a gift of learning,
Yours as always Ian.T
Whiner
If you have any humanity left write about the good in others, life, not yourself.
I allowed you your moments of
I allowed you your moments of despair, Allow me mine. I am not you, Jess.
And as for my "humanity"" if you can't see it, you need to take another look at my works. One man's suffering is everyman's suffering, We are all connected as ONE,
A worse than usual brainfart on my part, Joe
it's barely worth apologising any more. You know it's more about what's happening in my head than what you wrote.
I realized that, Jess. Not a
I realized that, Jess. Not a problem.
joe
today I saw a similar guy
the whole body was shaking
every two minutes he was sleeping ,
wake up his wife said
don't sleep
the postmaster wants to see
and your signatures please .
He was helped up to stand,
knees wobbling ,
his servant held his hand
another guy held his pen
and helped him to pen his signatures
they did not match
the postman said have another try
I don't know why
coz he said
he did not know the man...
sad they went home
ere he
well can't say any more...