Thursday, January 05, 2006

Midnight Poetry...Thinking

Metaphoric Wounds in my Back.
STAB in the back.
Cold as Ice.
Tears right through you.
Like a sharp knife.
It's like killing a blind man.
And paper Cuts across an eye.
The Pain is unbearable.
You would rather Die.
This reminded me of : Shakespeare's All's Well That Ends Well, I:2
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none
Through a Different Eye
As this ink bleeds into a piece of a forest/
In the twighlight of the moon/
You come to realise that maybe the ink is really Feeling/
The paper is just the Mind/
and light is just an IDEA.
...and a short but simple one..

The Pen is mightier than the sword.
But only a fool would bring a Pen to a Duel.
Call it what you want.
Peacemaker, philosopher, emotional exhibitionist.
A fool is to be a poet.
Thus the Fool is I.
Shakespeare once said, "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."Hamlet
Set your own rules, dance to your own beat, write down the first thought that comes across your mind. No such a thing as mental block. There are many things out in this world that are beyond your concious.. you just have to discover them and begin to write.


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