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The pathways of my soul
are cracked and parched,
from all the dreams
I've chased to no avail,
creating patterns like
a jigsaw pressed.
Here I study where
I've often feared
to tread.
Almost pretty
this mosaic of
yesterdays,
even though
the few smooth
areas that remain,
grow to less then just
an acre of my smiles.
Still I find comfort
in what fate left desert like
On this spot at sixteen
I had hopes to be,
a poet most renowned
for all of time.
Over there I once
experienced near death,
realizing that life
itself is poetry.
We are but the flesh pens
it employs each year.
We capture what is
inanimate to speech,
until we lie beneath
the soil cracked,
when our souls will fly
in endless scripted bliss.
My soul's landscape
though desolate and torn,
is reminiscent of so
many others who,
went deep inside themselves
to walk with thoughts,
then re-emerged to
understand what's true.
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By Art~Whimsically YoursThe pathways of my soul
are cracked and parched,
from all the dreams
I've chased to no avail,
creating patterns like
a jigsaw pressed.
Here I study where
I've often feared
to tread.
Almost pretty
this mosaic of
yesterdays,
even though
the few smooth
areas that remain,
grow to less then just
an acre of my smiles.
Still I find comfort
in what fate left desert like
On this spot at sixteen
I had hopes to be,
a poet most renowned
for all of time.
Over there I once
experienced near death,
realizing that life
itself is poetry.
We are but the flesh pens
it employs each year.
We capture what is
inanimate to speech,
until we lie beneath
the soil cracked,
when our souls will fly
in endless scripted bliss.
My soul's landscape
though desolate and torn,
is reminiscent of so
many others who,
went deep inside themselves
to walk with thoughts,
then re-emerged to
understand what's true.