Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Who am I

Who am I THE ESSENTIALHere'm only in the days of my youth,   And say my sacred trust.   Control of verses, songs of wisdom,   Accompany me to the distant star.   There? S for the thought, no? S a lot to do.   I? M still see the green and made me cry blue.Then? I'm going down   So, how do I receive the crown of light?   But the wind through my hair whisper your say   Singing and fat day.Fears the general strike, the anguish surrounding me,   But my spirit, the strength, I said it should be.   I spray water on my face,   And to believe that part of the human race.   Everything from war to peace.   Each of faith and fleece.Still, I am sorry, my girlfriend and her dance.   I think that the depth of my love.   Dust and fire, fog and storm,   Inside me all day is long.I   A strange feeling comes when they are in this sense.   I am constantly somewhere something is missing.   Give me any hard and do.   I wonder what is the pinnacle of my acting.   I think 'Who am I?   I am here, but I do not know why.I? I wonder what's on me.   I just do not know what I am supposed to be.   The soul is pure / impure?   My goal, of which I am not so sure.   I think 'Who am I?   I am here, but I do not know my work why.Are good or bad.   I followed, I am happy or sad?   My assets are grinding higher or lower?   My progress may be fast or slow.   I think 'Who am I?   I am here, but I do not know why.Lastly, I can step into heaven or hell.   But I can not describe my words and forms as well.   I do not know what to call.   I know that one day I cross the Styx, but could not be.   I think 'Who am I?   I am here, but I do not know why.My soul and will be separated from the trunk.   Then, of course, we hear Unscratched.   This scene is beyond my comprehension.   I don'y know something about my future situation.   I think 'Who am I?   Why.Yes are here but I do not know why I'm here.   I am looking for something pure and clear.   It 's my heart that wants to see.   I want to break the links to where I am wrapped.   I think 'Who am I?   I am here, but I do not know why.My work published in anthologies VoicesNet, Powell, Ohio. I write on various topics. Different from that of poetry, has also written prose.

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