Trip
To look beyond my body, look and feel without a touch.
To see beyond the brains and minds comprehension.
The pure and simple energy waves that drive us from within.
Look inside, come a little closer,
Prepare for the colors you have yet not seen.
Feeling you have yet not felt,
The fire within the ice cave you have yet to wake.
Are you ready?
StandingBear commented on Trip
07-13-2009
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.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Where’s Your Voice? | 0 | 03/02/2010 |
| vacation | 0 | 12/21/2009 |
| Silence | 1 | 11/24/2009 |
| Value | 1 | 10/27/2009 |
| Trip | 1 | 07/13/2009 |
| One Chance | 3 | 05/21/2009 |
| Horse | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Poem | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
| New Day | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Fate | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
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