daniel-mimran - Hello Poetry

Guided by the true clock of nature, dominated by not much but basic needs satisfied by what earth has given us freely. Ultimate freedom of thoughts and choices made only by what need basically is.

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Jan 4, 2015

Jan 4, 2015 at 7:28 AM UTC

Into the wild

Guided by the true clock of nature, dominated by not much but basic needs satisfied by what earth has given us freely. Ultimate freedom of thoughts and choices made only by what need basically is.

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Thoughts inside the head, to who they belong? Hard decisions to take, am i really here all alone? Leaded, controlled, left alone, confusion, what's your song? Who are you for real? Come out from that dream. Is it me being you or just you being me?

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 5:56 AM UTC

Mind

Thoughts inside the head, to who they belong? Hard decisions to take, am i really here all alone? Leaded, controlled, left alone, confusion, what's your song? Who are you for real? Come out from that dream. Is it me being you or just you being me?

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We are like trees that start with a trunk. Each thought, each action, each progress grows branches to the direction of thought, of action, of progress. Some are thick and lonely, others numerous and tiny, long, short, straight, curved, it's different, the way to our thoughts. The total of branches at the end, doesn't vary to the extreme. There is a limit where we can get, we're not that different, it's just the way. As seen from far, it looks the same, the little details tell other tale. I am not better with branch on the right, there will be always the other side. While having long fat piece of arm, can not imagine it's split to some.

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Jul 14, 2014

Jul 14, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC

Growing

We are like trees that start with a trunk. Each thought, each action, each progress grows branches to the direction of thought, of action, of progress. Some are thick and lonely, others numerous and tiny, long, short, straight, curved, it's different, the way to our thoughts. The total of branches at the end, doesn't vary to the extreme. There is a limit where we can get, we're not that different, it's just the way. As seen from far, it looks the same, the little details tell other tale. I am not better with branch on the right, there will be always the other side. While having long fat piece of arm, can not imagine it's split to some.

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What's in the power? What is below? Frustrated, maltreated, victorious, and on and above frustrating again, the power makes people forget To Who I Belong...?

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Apr 4, 2014

Apr 4, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC

Brave Heart

What's in the power? What is below? Frustrated, maltreated, victorious, and on and above frustrating again, the power makes people forget To Who I Belong...?

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I said get out, all hidden thoughts that haunt my mind. I find it hard, to let all straight out to the light. What do i fear, myself, the emptiness , the never known? But i do feel, the words speed fast to my front door.

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Apr 3, 2014

Apr 3, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC

Closer

I said get out, all hidden thoughts that haunt my mind. I find it hard, to let all straight out to the light. What do i fear, myself, the emptiness , the never known? But i do feel, the words speed fast to my front door.

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Being in love is like painting, you get excited while creating it, but when it's done, it becomes nothing more but memory, you can only think or talk about it. And when it's sold, it belongs to someone else, you may or may not reach it, and it can be sold again, stollen or rarely borrowed.

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Apr 3, 2014

Apr 3, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC

Painted Love

Being in love is like painting, you get excited while creating it, but when it's done, it becomes nothing more but memory, you can only think or talk about it. And when it's sold, it belongs to someone else, you may or may not reach it, and it can be sold again, stollen or rarely borrowed.

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Right time to see, the difference between you and me, and who i have become, who i will be no more. The freedom strikes my bones, the truth is written on the walls, wasting time no more, bright days are yet to come.

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Apr 3, 2014

Apr 3, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC

Awake

Right time to see, the difference between you and me, and who i have become, who i will be no more. The freedom strikes my bones, the truth is written on the walls, wasting time no more, bright days are yet to come.

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