A collection of poem from anyone around the world. Anyone can email me your poem at kellynelly04@yahoo.com
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Tuesday, June 27, 2006
ALL MY LIFE
Author: Raven
It was not so long ago when I thought I'd never meet someone like you. Wrong was I, thinking I'm in control Believing I'd never fall. All my life I thought no one would melt a heart like mine, a heart so cold, a heart hardened by the past, protected by shields so vast. Slowly I was falling without even knowing. Only to find out too late I have no choice but to accept my fate. I could dream, I suppose forever, I could hope there will never be any 'us', that's our destiny so I wake up to reality. I lied when I said I didn't love you, that my feelings for you are through. I lied not because I wanted to but because I love you and I still do. I wouldn't do a thing to hurt you but I just have to let go. I can't hold on much longer 'coz for us there's no forever.
On a lake I'm drifting. When a wind begins to blow my craft at will. The moon silhouettes on the lake, the trees upon the shore, and sounds of wildness pervade the skies. While drifting on my boat, without oars. Which heading should I take? Possibilities satiate my head. All in a feeble attempt, to preserve the self, within. Yet in the end I must concede to the will of the wind. For anything else is but a fallacy entertained. Gazing into the water. Distorted likenesses of my face I perceive. Emotions of helplessness surmount me. While drifting on this boat with merely me. Somehow, I must surrender this kismet. To the forces that eternally be. While the wind blows upon the lake. And the moon makes silhouettes of the trees. I must descern the corporeality of life. While on this lake, alone, with merely me.
For...Who has made the grass? Who has made the dew? Who has made the sand and hills? Who has made the sky blue? Who has made the flowers? Who has made the trees? Who has made the ocean and it's waves? Who has made the breeze? Who has made the clouds? Who has made fruit on trees? Who has made insects and birds? Who has made grains? Who has made animals? Who has made this day? Who creates all these things? And who...Who gives them all away?
My words fall into a empty sky. Simply to coalesce with the world of a passerby. What is it which supports the sounds. Making known feeling to those around. I sat and watched as worlds combined. I observed as saints began to shine. For once worlds unto themselves, they again return tothe reality of oneness. Stayed by a force from within. What is this dynamism where in they stay. This love which ends the night of a lonely souls play. Threading together as pearls on a string. Reuniting as one, a divine being.
I am what I am I am my own special creation So come take a look, give me the hookor the ovation. It’s my world that I want to have a little pride in My world and its not a place I have to hide in. Life’s not worth a damn till you can say
Hey world --- I am what I am I am what I am I don’t want praise, I don’t want pityI bang my own drum, some think its noiseI think it’s pretty And so what if I love each feather and each spangle Why not try to see things from a different angle Your life is a sham till you can shout out loud I am what I am.
I am what I am And what I am needs no excuses I deal my own deck, some the aces, sometimes the deuces. There’s one life, and there’s no return and no deposit One life so it’s time to open up your closets Life’s not worth a damn till you can say Hey world:I am what I am!