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Tom Blake Mar 2016
Significantly
Essentially
My
Birth
Existence
Is
Of
The
Greatest
Value!!
And
So
Is
Yours
Too!
Where does that leave us?

Same,
Equal.
Tom Blake Mar 2016
Significantly
Essentially
My
Birth
Existence
Is
Of
The
Greatest
Value!!
And
So
Is
Yours
Too!
Where does that leave us?

Same,
Equal.
Tom Blake Mar 2016
She died aged thirty
Because
She thought
Intensely.
She
Applied her Mind
To the study
Of mankind, existence
And
Her own reality.
She
Wrote and wrote
Studied and studied.
Thirty years passed
Then
She collapsed,
Leaving
Behind her speculations,
Contemplations,
Musings on so much,
An impressive body
Of work.

Her demise
Was
Due to self-neclect.
You see
She was predominantly cerebral
Feeding
Her mind
To the detriment
Of
The rest
Of her
Being.
She
Became emaciated
Grew
Weaker, and weaker till
She expired.
So much
Was the power of her mind.
Tom Blake Mar 2016
As a
Very
Young child
I fell
SLAP!
Onto
Concrete...AAa!
Then
I shed
Tears
For the first
Time,
And,
Hurt
Physically.
Tom Blake Mar 2016
We are friends
But of late
I have been looking at you differently
And
Inside
There is a longing
I have to repress.
You are already in love and happy,
I see:
I would never harm that, my friend.
Though Secretly,
I wish
Your love was for me.

There have been times
Where I have almost disclosed
How I feel
But
It wouldn't work
Just cause hurt.
I can see how in love you are
I would never harm that, my friend.

Secretly, I will love you from afar.
Secretly,
I love you!

How many have been in this position
Loving a love already loved,
Honoured
That union,
Loving in silence
A love repressed,
A secret love
Love still a bud
Never having blossomed
And
Taken to the grave?
.
Tom Blake Mar 2016
There's an innocence within
I will never deny!
This child in me
Wants not cry.

I shouldn't need
To protest
I just want what's Best.
Cry...crying
Sob...sighing!

Pain and relinquishment
I never ask for.

The innocent child
My essential
Help Me
Know
Who
I really am.

I've
Ran for years
Shed
So many tears
Tears of Joy
Tears of Sorrow

Everyone one of us
At a given moment
Will
Not
Be
Here
Tomorrow.

Then what?
Then where?
Then....?
Tom Blake Mar 2016
How can You live
With All that wealth
When
Out there
On the same planet
Others
Struggle with little
To exist.

RICH  POOR
It is repetitive.


And WRONG!
An immediate conflict.
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