Beams of Mystery

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    Beams of Mystery

    Perfection, yet imperfect. A fertile world waiting to be discovered. The seed of centuries that has grown. Turn your black orbs to me. I melt into the blazing black worlds that are seperate yet one. I want to know what is beyond. Pearls of black shining forth beams of mystery.

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    photochick commented on Beams of Mystery

    07-09-2009

    very deep great flow and structure you have alot of talent I look forward to reading more you have a great outlook so short yet so heart felt and full of passion form with in great job

    Tommy101

    07/12/2009

    Thank you very much!

    laydbak1 commented on Beams of Mystery

    06-15-2009

    This has the feel of wandering the cosmos, exploring the awe of the universe and turning over comets and space rocks to see what's under them.... I could be wrong, but it's enchanting to think about.... A good write...

    Tommy101

    06/22/2009

    Thank you very much for yur comment. I have enjoyed your poems as well.

    jmylez commented on Beams of Mystery

    06-12-2009

    this poems is deep beyond words,,,and very vivid,,,how ever it relates to u ,,,,well very deep...keep goin this deep beautiful work,,,keep doin ur thing

    Tommy101

    06/22/2009

    Thank you for your comment. I am pleased you liked my writing.

    mpjtforever commented on Beams of Mystery

    06-12-2009

    very well written you have a wonderful insight. I feel your writing . feel free to read my poems, and give any advise u might have your friend jodi

    Tommy101

    06/22/2009

    Thank you. I looked for you on line not to long ago but you weren't on. I'll catch you sometime.

    jenifer commented on Beams of Mystery

    05-30-2009

    beams of mystery i like it. write more and maybe u can sore to beams of light one or more , just be you and nobody else.

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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