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You challenge me to stretch
my mind like taffy,
so it only gets sweeter,
and stronger ,
allowing me to flex
my literary muscles.

Taking normal words
to another level;
from the sea floor,
to the beach,
to Mount Everest's tip,
To as far as the Earth's gravitational field.

Then I'll drop you back,
to your reality.
Away from images,
that can take you as far as the moon,
with it's craterous surface calling to you.

Be that as is may,
you can visit me again
and we will take a tour,
of another new land,
or experience.

Are you ready?
To the poets, critics, and teachers that challenge me daily, almost yelling at me, "Write me something stronger!" My first poem talking to my reader about poetry, kind of an echo based on the writing style I noticed by a pretty amazing poet on this site. They say imitation is the greatest form of flattery. I hope this poet feels that way.
side note: I wonder if the person, that inspired this will know it? I hope so. Happy Writing :)
He smiles down on his searching children,
laughing in wonder
as they tangle themselves
in the webs of society.

He takes a moment,
smiles and untangles us,
and tells us again,
"I love you. Follow me."

Sometimes we do,
sometimes we wander off.
He is ever patient
and loves us the same.

He pleads with us,
"My child, I wish to show you
the way. Teach you to speak kindness,
teach you to celebrate happiness."

Are you listening?
Or are you lost?
Take a moment to pause.
Let him guide you.

Life will never be the same.
Inspired by reading the words he wanted me to find. A God guided poem. As the writer Og Mandino points out through one of his characters, sometimes we write the words of God.

Disclaimer: I am not insane. I just believe that sometimes he guides our hand, and upon reading through this, I give him credit for this message because I believe it to be beyond my typical capabilities.
I smothered him,
put right out,
that torch he was carrying for me.

He so gentlemanly,
looked out for me
more than I myself.

He worried about
my manic behavior,
backed off.

Or  did I push him off,
for fear he was enabling me.

Regardless, that man shook me up.

He had me from,
"Thanks for the ride."
I think he fell for my crazy honesty,
"You sound like a kitten purring when you sleep."

Our random,
let's just drive
adventures.

Talking about life,
while we smoke,
and then talking about death.

We skipped our whole lives,
crammed into one moment,
life then death.

I guess it makes sense,
because we lived in just that moment,
every moment we were together.

Due to this grand illusion,
I experienced
a lifetime of love in 3 weeks.
Freshly written reflection of a relationship that was both fantastically amazing, yet amazingly brief.

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