#fullfillment - Hello Poetry

N o n e I am not born sad To learn happiness Or dumb in the quest for knowledge It is all I All knowing all not knowing From beginning to another The lover and the loved Over flowing in my own cup of understanding I’m not an orphan in my mothers arms I may abandon her but she never abandons me I can not separate myself from my own creation The ocean from its waves I’m not innocence to lay guilt upon Or a voice talking itself into being heard I play in the game I am making I may chase my own tail To the ends of time Still I will begin Where I am In this body Before I began Nowhere I know Everywhere All at once

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May 9, 2020

May 9, 2020 at 2:24 PM UTC

Occulus

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N o n e I am not born sad To learn happiness Or dumb in the quest for knowledge It is all I All knowing all not knowing From beginning to another The lover and the loved Over flowing in my own cup of understanding I’m not an orphan in my mothers arms I may abandon her but she never abandons me I can not separate myself from my own creation The ocean from its waves I’m not innocence to lay guilt upon Or a voice talking itself into being heard I play in the game I am making I may chase my own tail To the ends of time Still I will begin Where I am In this body Before I began Nowhere I know Everywhere All at once

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Time may taught One When to scroll When to walk When to run When to jump When to stop Still there is A way long For ever and ever Where? What matters

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Apr 4, 2020

Apr 4, 2020 at 9:01 AM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Constant

Time may taught One When to scroll When to walk When to run When to jump When to stop Still there is A way long For ever and ever Where? What matters

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Happiness Is just part of our journey Unconditional love Undying commitment Will make it last.

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Oct 28, 2018

Oct 28, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC

wizmorrison

HAPPINESS

Happiness Is just part of our journey Unconditional love Undying commitment Will make it last.

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What is Success© Is it being selfless Even during moments of duress Where I don’t try to impress Or those times where I don’t make a mess Which is often I confess For wisdom I don’t profess These thoughts coalesce In my mind like a fortress Sometimes seemingly useless Difficult to access During moments of stress Or worry in excess Do they reveal my lack of classiness Or skills at chess Over which I obsess Is it about the way I dress Or a life lacking fullness Without much to bless Shame arrives during idleness or After periods where I am win less It is these I try to suppress My parents believe I am aimless But still show their fondness And support with kindness My life at times senseless Revealing all this is just a guess So I egress Andreas Simic©

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Nov 25, 2017

Nov 25, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC

andreas-simic

What is Success

What is Success© Is it being selfless Even during moments of duress Where I don’t try to impress Or those times where I don’t make a mess Which is often I confess For wisdom I don’t profess These thoughts coalesce In my mind like a fortress Sometimes seemingly useless Difficult to access During moments of stress Or worry in excess Do they reveal my lack of classiness Or skills at chess Over which I obsess Is it about the way I dress Or a life lacking fullness Without much to bless Shame arrives during idleness or After periods where I am win less It is these I try to suppress My parents believe I am aimless But still show their fondness And support with kindness My life at times senseless Revealing all this is just a guess So I egress Andreas Simic©

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-for Easter, on a body appearing in the melting snow You can see now... you can breathe, freely: nothing can touch you now. Cry, suffer, die ...for a brother - by brothers you may live. Every person has his breaking point, I turned to drugs to ease the pain. Do look down on me, a mirror, having you reborn, a man again. Innocent like a still-born child, faithful like a sleeping foetus, ready like a falling seed. Today it's me, tomorrow... you.

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Apr 12, 2017

Apr 12, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC

feggyr-citack

Epitaphs to a homeless person

-for Easter, on a body appearing in the melting snow You can see now... you can breathe, freely: nothing can touch you now. Cry, suffer, die ...for a brother - by brothers you may live. Every person has his breaking point, I turned to drugs to ease the pain. Do look down on me, a mirror, having you reborn, a man again. Innocent like a still-born child, faithful like a sleeping foetus, ready like a falling seed. Today it's me, tomorrow... you.

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