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A still frame hangs in my mind. A moment...            A precious timepiece...                      That parted uncontested. When my pen laid still. My hands followed my feet. I surrendered my name.            and rambled towards destiny Years flew by, My mind relaxed. My thoughts were tired; So I set them free. And In my steadfast My fleshy skin was replaced by Iron and Lead. New found strength prospected future glory wayward I rambled carrying the ashes of my artistic self. In these times I had no face. Yet passion and sweat gave me a name. As I yelled it out my passion began ablaze Thus rose the phoenix My mind to breath once  more                    to reflect                       to broaden                          to keep From this I now know that behind the mask of ordinary The things I treasure most Are within the fields of my control I am the same Yet different. Conflict is my Nature Cunning is my Strength Passion is my Art. Now I am strong enough To bear both pen and sword I'm back
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC
Old Face, New Perspective
A still frame hangs in my mind. A moment...            A precious timepiece...                      That parted uncontested. When my pen laid still. My hands followed my feet. I surrendered my name.            and rambled towards destiny Years flew by, My mind relaxed. My thoughts were tired; So I set them free. And In my steadfast My fleshy skin was replaced by Iron and Lead. New found strength prospected future glory wayward I rambled carrying the ashes of my artistic self. In these times I had no face. Yet passion and sweat gave me a name. As I yelled it out my passion began ablaze Thus rose the phoenix My mind to breath once  more                    to reflect                       to broaden                          to keep From this I now know that behind the mask of ordinary The things I treasure most Are within the fields of my control I am the same Yet different. Conflict is my Nature Cunning is my Strength Passion is my Art. Now I am strong enough To bear both pen and sword I'm back
This is my first poem in a long while. I had to stop and take a break because of writers block. It's been  while since I tried writing poetry again. I may be missing my target abit, but I'm sure it'll come back to me. Fingers crossed **
#redemption#perspective#growth#reflection
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ryan-clark
American
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC
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