A Good Path

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    • Desmotti
    • The wraith is but sadness in mortal form. It haunts to hunt, and hunts to feed. It cannot feed on any emotion. This is its pain. for emotion is not segregated it is fealt, and to feel is warmth.

    A Good Path

    I ran around in suspended journey
    To see all that two eyes can see...
    But learned of sight that came not from...
    My windows that were given me...

    I ran around in suspended time...
    To learn of how to cheat my fate...
    I came to terms with what it takes...
    To reach the coveted eternal lake...

    Where mansions sit and surround the one
    Whose house is where...all child is welcome...
    I dream of how it might...will be...
    But first I must get to the tree...
    That holds the fruit for all to eat...
    Which gives us life eternally...
    The fruit of that...which is...that is...
    knowledge that soon will come to be...
    As familiar as a home would be...
    A knowledge that will set you free...
    Give in to words...


    Come Unto Me.


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    earthly commented on A Good Path

    02-05-2010

    we-my dear friend and I-are as usual, awestruck by your work-Do you have a book, or are you putting one together-we'll buy-lol...Earthly

    CailOfTarnak commented on A Good Path

    12-02-2009

    Great poem Uncle Desmotti. The picture comes clear to mind. The mind can know be satisfied

    CailOfTarnak

    12/02/2009

    not know now

    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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