Pieces Of Diety

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Pieces Of Diety

Walking softly in this time & place
Which seems to wipe the smile right from my face
I have come to where I believe I understand
That the perceptions I hold are fully at my command
If I choose to be blue in the face of pain
It is in this perception of hell I have chosen to remain
I now see that the memories of my personal past
Can no longer conform to the molds from which they were cast
Each time I relive them & allow "ME" to feel
I create them a reality and make them more real
But if I embrace them & the lessons they've taught
If not by their emotions am I now caught
I will grow, enlighten & transform
I will move well beyond the accepted norm
And I will evolve into who I am destined to be
A man, an individual; a part of Diety.
END
by Justin Eaglefeather

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dancinghawk commented on Pieces Of Diety

09-25-2009

i luv this piece ... clarity on how we carry our stories, create our stories ... beautifully said ... i have one proofreading suggestion ... which i almost never make, but it's an easy fix ... unless it was intentional, which i don't get from the sense of the poem ... "deity" instead of "diety" ... thx for your words and your beautiful heart!

stellar commented on Pieces Of Diety

09-25-2009

love this...i sense that u are a nonconformist as so am i...this poem gives me the strength to face my true destiny with courage..thanks

MsVee commented on Pieces Of Diety

09-05-2009

It really moved me to remember what made me blue and how I got over it, and what I learned from it, I appreciate what you wrote here!!!

blindmaster commented on Pieces Of Diety

08-08-2009

That is a interesting concept! We all are creations from the creator a part of diety! Very well put

lightcourier commented on Pieces Of Diety

07-06-2009

"Choosing to be blue in the face of pain" Like that stoic line, echos of epictetus. Nice work1 Thanks!

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

JEAGLEFEATHER’s Poems (25)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Darkly Shines MY Sun 2
The Death Of Reason 22
It's Down To This 18
Another Drunkard's Attempt At Thinking 11
Solitary 4
Black, White or Other 7
Are You In The Mirror? 5
Life As It Is 4
Pieces Of Diety 34
Dream Me Dark 6
Happiness Ellusive 2
Among Smoke And Ash 4
In Quiet Do I Awake 2
In Silence Do I Answer 6
Down By The Darkside 2
The Summer Of Cassandra 3
Native Land 9
Your Best Friend 3
Rimbaud In A Dream 1
Rivers Of Memory OR Lost In Time 3
I Once Happy 3
I Awoke Dead 6
Comin Of The Rain 6
Four AM And A Cup Of Coffee 6
Life Is Just Waiting To Die 13