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The Bear
You keep on poking the bear .
True .... the bear isn’t as badass as she thinks.
Yeah ... but .... she’s got a mean bite .
I hear the music play:
A loud chorus, a strong voice. Funnily enough, I am the chorus;But I am the strong voice too?
i awake, ready to enter again into
this poem called life.
to filter the moments,
the quivering of water’s meniscus in a plastic bottle,
how each person holds his pen differently,
When I hear the pitter-patter
on the roof after a long sunny day, I
think. I think about what it must be like
to be a raindrop, or even just a molecule
of water. To be able to go anywhere, or would
- Silence pours over my ear drums
Talk to me? no - not tonight -
for I am in a curious state of being.
I'm feeling my blood rush through me
It's swirling and dancing in my viens
As I sit, I wonder.
About life.
About love and hate and the world.
And love and hate in the world.
We have hugs and smiles.
Why must they be lifted by killing and sneers?
We all live
On a clock
For we live through time
And time is told
By a clock
So look our lives
And everday is less then a seond
Every hour less then a year
Our lives compared
Have you ever envisioned Karmaas an object or a thing?Is Karma a force?Is Karma a centrifugal ring?Or perhaps Karma is a person;a woman or a man.Unfortunately, I cannot tell;No one can.
Nothing compares to
a crystal fleck of truth
a glimpse of the wandering soul
a relic of the misunderstood
a moiety of a single defined thought
a dream dreamt by sorrow
