My Own Challenge?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Oh no...
A shot, at best...

Submitted: June 10, 2008

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Inside it is warm

There is no real harm

Where this hell, frozen over,  may take me

It is beautiful...and it is nasty

I can be there with you, alone

And we could both be gone

We can't hold onto anything, especially our fears

Of our true selves, and of our own hot tears

Be still, and know, I am God... the mantra for us all

It's not for a hypocrite like me to be apalled

It's only linguistics...a symbol of our own divine creation

We are each our own God, to have intimate relations

Some days I feel like a crushed bug on the run

The next, I may feel like the singing, rays of the Sun

But it all comes from this nowhere-point within

That all of this existing illusion begins

No complex rhyme scheme or format can contain

The wilderness of love, that's found me insane


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