Your Own Travel DestinationA Poem by KWPToday's stream of thought ... yup!I am an island, where the sun beats down, the waves come and go and I remain. Storms are witnessed face up, while rooted deep within. I am an island in the city observing mice and men coming, going, daily routine, off to work for the machine. Flitting between sky rises stealing my sun but not for long, not for this island. Standing idle on the pavement in peak hour, others mindlessly connecting with their phones. Connecting! With! Their! Phones! Rushing hither, thither, sighing, grunting, pushing, shoving, messing, with me the island. I am an island witnessing atrocity across the planet but it won’t effect me, I am an island I choose my battleground of thought. I am an island, connecting only when I need, learning acceptance in totality of all - yes all. They say love is an infinite ocean take it, take it make the cycle it yours to keep, just pass it on. And I am an island with love flowing all around me splashing my sides, begging for attention, spilling forth at high tide, flirting at a distance in the low. And yet, standing back, taking in the view of the mess we have made How much of it can be undone, redone, retouched, manipulated to change the course of not only history, but of evolution? There will always be the yin and yang the balance between all. The push, the pull, the good, the bad, the ups, the downs, the war, the peace. All fundamental to existence And yet … I am an island. © 2016 KWPReviews
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12 Reviews Added on December 22, 2016 Last Updated on December 22, 2016 AuthorKWPSydney, NSW, AustraliaAbout'The kernel, the soul — let us go further and say the substance, the bulk, the actual and valuable material of all human utterances — is plagiarism. For substantially all ideas are sec.. more..Writing
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