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 Dec 2014 Emanuel
Traveler
Am I a poet or a writer
Am I a wise man or a fool
The answer is all of the above
Yes it feels good to be popular
But what glory is there in hiding
The vastness of our other mindsets
I feel more than empathy
I feel pain, anger, resentment
I am happiness and sadness
Wrapped in one mind and so much more
My writings are different parts of who I am
My legacy of writings
Beautiful, messy, vague
****** up or strangely weird
As they seem
Are parts
Of the whole me
The real me...
I hope to inspire creativity
Are you trapped in a box?
Show us a piece of your mind
We haven't seen yet
 Dec 2014 Emanuel
Curing
Oh, what a gift,
...Stopping time's flow.
Just to hold you forever,
...Without letting go.

...Racing and burning,
...Forever returning,
...I loved you each day sure as the Sun loves to fly.
...Rising to Day.
...Falling to Night.
...Forever returning,
...Till the day I should die.

Yes, a gift and a curse,
...Our lives but a verse,
...We dance through the stars, as around us they burst.

A bleeding heart,
A world apart,
By sunsets final glow.

Loves tender fruit,
Pure to the root,
Deep in my heart you sow.

Through misty mornings clouding sight,
Through frozen winter rain.
I know tis true...
it beats for you...
my heart and all its pain.
 Dec 2014 Emanuel
Traveler
I defied the principles laid down before our race
I chose to bring about change at a considerably faster pace
By searching beyond these limits of our terrestrial bounds
I dared to seek out the place where gods could be found

I questioned those who believed without surety
This was surely a path of reverse polarity
With such questions posed they became predisposed
With that familiar look of un-clarity...

The higher you reach, you begin to fall
The farther you fall you become out of reach
This may sound absurd but it's not written in words
That can only be deciphered by the meek...

The answers are not what's important to know
The questions you put forth can free your soul
From a world of fear and superstitious ties
Piece and clarity are waiting inside...
 Dec 2014 Emanuel
Carl Sandburg
Open the door now.
Go roll up the collar of your coat
To walk in the changing scarf of mist.

Tell your sins here to the pearl fog
And know for once a deepening night
Strange as the half-meanings
Alurk in a wise woman's mousey eyes.

     Yes, tell your sins
And know how careless a pearl fog is
Of the laws you have broken.
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