Now we know.
Why did I hide from myself?
This game.
Hide and Go Seek.
I'm this.
Peek a Boo.
Over here.
Look at me.
Hey.
I don't blame you.
You know what I mean.
It's not your fault.
Nothing is.
No.
Why do we have to pay here
in this world, on this planet, in reality?
Ah, well.
I wish I knew.
Why should everything have a price:
When:
"It's my Father's good pleasure to give
Me His Kingdom."
??????
Well.
My exploits.
A book.
This about, well,
little tid bits
of Imaginative fantasies
surrounding the nature of Mind and Soul
and their place in the World of Reality.
And how I find myself today.
Relating to myself
and the rest of them other ones.
My personality.
My ego.
My body.
I am a victim.
I hurt.
I suffer.
I am in pain.
I feel slighted and wronged.
I think I was misjudged.
I think I was lied to.
The deception has gone on
Long enough for me.
I know who I am.
I can't take
the kind of stuff
I have to deal with
sometimes.
I'm glad I have to you to vent with.
Let it out.
Blow off steam.
I hope, really pray;
I don't offend anyone.
It's just that:
Day by day.
What can I say?
There's no one.
No one else to
talk to.
Day by day.
What can I say?
Eh?
Eh? Eh?
Oh Lay!
I pray.
Pray tell.
A pig in the poke?
Rock It, Man!
Now we know.
Dear One,
Your poetry is heart-stirring.
I know just what you mean.
With love and blessings,
Gloria
From: stefan [mailto:Creative_Writing [at] heavenletters [dot] org]
Sent: Saturday, December 24, 2005 2:03 AM
To: Creative_Writing [at] heavenletters [dot] org
Subject: [HeavenLetters Board Your own Creative Writing-Poetry] Now we know.
Why did I hide from myself?
This game.
Hide and Go Seek.
I'm this.
Peek a Boo.
Over here.
Look at me.
Hey.
I don't blame you.
You know what I mean.
It's not your fault.
Nothing is.
No.
Why do we have to pay here
in this world, on this planet, in reality?
Ah, well.
I wish I knew.
Why should everything have a price:
When:
"It's my Father's good pleasure to give
Me His Kingdom."
??????
Well.
My exploits.
A book.
This about, well,
little tid bits
of Imaginative fantasies
surrounding the nature of Mind and Soul
and their place in the World of Reality.
And how I find myself today.
Relating to myself
and the rest of them other ones.
My personality.
My ego.
My body.
I am a victim.
I hurt.
I suffer.
I am in pain.
I feel slighted and wronged.
I think I was misjudged.
I think I was lied to.
The deception has gone on
Long enough for me.
I know who I am.
I can't take
the kind of stuff
I have to deal with
sometimes.
I'm glad I have to you to vent with.
Let it out.
Blow off steam.
I hope, really pray;
I don't offend anyone.
It's just that:
Day by day.
What can I say?
There's no one.
No one else to
talk to.
Day by day.
What can I say?
Eh?
Eh? Eh?
Oh Lay!
I pray.
Pray tell.
A pig in the poke?
Rock It, Man!
Oh, I don't know. I guess I'm a free spirit, happy with my life; completely satisfied within and figure God will work things out in the world when mankind decides to stop fighting each other and we all decide to work together for peace.
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