The Hidden Sun

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  • what happend to people you can trust? the closest thing i get to a best friend is the pack of ciggarettes in my purse.... messed up!

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The Hidden Sun

This day feels as though it shall never end.
The sun is hiding its face from us.
The clouds are keeping the light from reaching me.
I feel sad. As though the sun brang me happiness.
Now it is like having to be sad when you dont want to be.
Sleepyness and exhaustion take over my body.
I sit here... trying to keep myself warm.
Yet i cannot fing any.
i wish that i would be able to bring the sun out.
Who cursed the sun for bring light into this world?
To whom has preformed this crime shall be shunned from life.
and from this earth.
To whom commited this offence i shall quarantine to the lowest part of this world.
No longer will they curse the given sun.
God gave it as a gift to bring light unto this world.
To whom who wishes that there be none shall have to live in hell.
Where light never enters.
I pray curses upon those whom wish to take away a gift from god, for us.
I pray that those whom hate the sun shall need it more than anything in life.
I pray that the sun shall forgive those who have cursed and that it shall  come out from hidding.

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DeepEclipse commented on The Hidden Sun

06-29-2010

Life is known for its full circles. What they reap they will sow :) Maybe you meant it verbatum, but I could see it in a metaphorical way. Like the sun being hope. The light dimming in a world were you damn near have to fight for everything. And then fight some more. It might be a time where if it shines again, we will have forgotten what it once was. Well expressed.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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