October 11, 2008
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I stopped my speaking tonight and heard a still small voice.
What is celebration
What is grief
Age and youth are the same to you
I and all others are just the same
I claim a double negative
My whirlwind life
My self
Unright to be called mine
Unright to spin chaotic
You are right
Three times true
I AM
You are life
Love
Pure and endless
Boundless holy
Slow this frantic soul I am
Until the raging of the do
Becomes the comfort of
Be and know
Comments (4)
Yo Nana, you look like a sheep, when are you gona update your pic?
I don't think that is a real poem :p
It is, however, an excellent ramble ^_^
Poem ir not it is beautiful. Thanks for putting pen to paper (or fingers to keys as it were). Love you big guy.
I liked this post. The "poem" was awesome.
I just talked to my mom and she said she saw you at the hobo stir. I wanted to go but no matter how much I wanted to go I couldn't justify driving 10 hours. Oh well.
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