The NextA Poem by D. Nelsonjust thoughts spilled on paperEnthralled my soul is with its own existence, forever encircling itself with unwanted consistency of the unwavering truth of its own eventually demise. Confounding irreverence within itself and among my mind. Piercing my thoughts like a hawk through the sky, ever hastening across the expansive threshold of failure that encompasses the space elevated above my woven plains of discontent, dotted interminably by the glassy green tinged ponds of self denial that propagate the deceitful world of my imagination from which spat forth are my rambling thoughts and notations. Existing in the minute space between this world and the next, acting as a gate for the thoughts not meant for this world to pass. This world soon will close, leaving only I to wander the expansive remnants of a once great cosmos that was only just being revealed unto the world and its many inhabitants. Readied it was to break ranks, and merge seamlessly with the hearts and the minds of my fellows, and so with them their own divided and self explanatory destinations only they themselves could reach. © 2008 D. NelsonAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on June 18, 2008 Last Updated on June 18, 2008 AuthorD. NelsonMonterey County, CAAbout-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lyrics from "Waiting for my Ruca" AKA "Romon.. more..Writing
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