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Poem.
I haven't written a poem in such a long time
I don't really miss them
The constant source of rythme
It does allow the realizations l
To land in ways I understand
Prose brings it altogether
And of course here, is where it lands
I never used to write poetry
It seems a select group of souls enjoy
The flow of prose in movement
Of the inner reality and joy
The pain and struggles forthcoming
Those hearts that break and die
So much of life is mentioned
In the prose of words we bring alive
It provides a creative flow affect
To bring something into form
Creation, life and experience
The prose helps us to be born
It helps us to remodel
Redesign our inner worlds
Each line is filled with our creation
Of our life we tend to twirl
Twirl around in moments
Creating patterns of intricate design
The prose is just a moment
To create our inner shrine...
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“God’s one and only voice are Silence.” ~ Herman Melville
Man has learned how to challenge both Nature and art to become the incitements to vice! His very cups he has delighted to engrave with libidinous subjects, and he takes pleasure in drinking from vessels of obscene form! Pliny the Elder
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