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Thomas Apr 2016
To be is to die,
To die is to understand,
But only to the extent of what we the living understand.
It's a poem
Thomas Apr 2016
Art
Art is for thy to do,
It is for thy to see,
I do not hear the coos and boos of critics with their opinions,
I hear but the praise,
The ideas of others whom see the way I see.
It's a poem
Thomas Apr 2016
Do you see the beauty in fire that burns the bodies of those so tragically lost.
They scream as flames lick at their faces,
The reflection of the colours dancing on their glazed lifeless eyes.
The flames change colours as it consumes them,
The smells that arise from the pile is deliciously fresh,
They roast as I await my turn and soon so shall you.
To be burned in the ever stirring light of the fire that fills our day.

The sun
It's a poem
Thomas Apr 2016
Hope shall fuel me,
Hope shall fool me,
Hope shall create an image of the possibilities,
Hope is the denial of fact,
The disbelief towards the inevitable truth.
It's a poem
Thomas Apr 2016
Depression kills,
Depression fills my mind like torture,
Thrills and trills do not woe me,
For depression kills and fills my mind like torture.
It's a poem
Thomas Apr 2016
Gods are free,
Gods see everything but me,
Gods do not see the real me,
Gods shall soon see the real me,
Gods shall have a seat for me in the kingdom of power,
Gods shall stop destroying me,
Gods shall understand me,
Gods shall believe in me,
But Gods have power over me,
Gods laugh at me and I cry to me as they and I both know that this "hope" is a dream and fantasy,
Gods put me in my place kissing their feet, for this is how close I can get to them understanding me,
Gods shall never see the real me,
For Gods are free and I am a tree with its roots deep in the ground that the Gods have laid out for me
It's a poem.
Thomas Apr 2016
Creativity is subject to those who dare to try,
In the activity of the legal and the inactivity of the illegal,
Creativity is tested through the vitality of the object,
Lest it be by god's creativity the object is not tested through the vitality but yet by its beauty.
It's a poem

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