who we are
Mind wrought and bent,
moulded metal transforming,
memories of me all spent,
person in these photos conforming.
Where are you hiding,
essence of she under lock and key,
stumble on until the finding,
embrace her set her free.
Heart alive and overflowing,
sound of drum beats louder,
mindless love growing,
night burns until ashes smoulder.
Soul cold and full of fire,
door shut now set ajar,
her divinity rises higher,
only God knows who we are.
litldeer commented on who we are
06-17-2009
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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| Nature's Nest | 2 | 06/18/2009 |
| Paradox | 1 | 06/17/2009 |
| innocence shed | 3 | 06/17/2009 |
| tired | 2 | 06/17/2009 |
| fora friend.... | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
| emotions soar | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| what she sees | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| caught by sadness | 0 | 06/16/2009 |
| the one from above | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| love at dusk | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| trapped | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| purgatory | 2 | 06/16/2009 |
| broken promises | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| who we are | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| love waiting to begin | 2 | 06/16/2009 |
| emotions | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| waiting | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| senses | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| Angels | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| Muted Society | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
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