Still WatersA Poem by Bohrium GuyA change of structure and play of words....Looking into a lake of still waters waiting to see my reflection. I thought I was there once I remembered seeing the face.
Its gone!
Where did me go what happened?
Quickly I move my hand to rattle the water only to find now the ripples have distorted the calmness that once was.
Was it me that faltered with my hand brush to briskly?
Did I inflict I distorted page of insanity?
Did I forget I am awake unlike the hate sleepers? They're bringing in pain, distrust and again prolific distortion without care. Telling the masses they have seen the truth yet yelling we are all sleeping. While love holds heavy the truth and feelings flowing and seeping.
You true sleepers who brag the rights of knowing bits and pieces. Follow a rhythm of hate, Anger and teaching like nimble leeches. Again I say the still water will return. Allowing my sight to see the face that once was. Not because I am deceived but because I choose to love and share with my being. All thing created live on love and need it to survive. However the toll is more are growing cold because the deception that truth is in hate and pained. Alas those that shadow the ripples in the still water have shown nothing was gained.
The ripples were love as they dissipated the hate. For Love and anger will never mate. I will keep my pace and look at the still water meaningless to some but yet my love maintains my stand to watch. I am awake, I am loving and I can give away my feelings but never who I am.
For I give love from my heart not a deception hiding in anger. Free flowing, never ending and all feelings inside. Try to take it away from me and still I will look for my reflection in the still waters and know love in me still will reside. © 2015 Bohrium GuyReviews
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