Colorfully TranspiredA Poem by RainbowFlames
i am my own creation,
i am, i am, i am what you see, i am what you cannot, i am, i am, i am a sharped tongued, sewn mouthed, silently opinionated mortal who sings like a dying canary and whispers like nails on a chalkboard, i am, i am, i am interested in the principal, the reason. the ego, the force, the heart. the cause, the inspirational energy of all our actions and reactions, i am, i am, i am in no possession of any words worth value. i recite what those before me have chewed. i deliver, declare, murmur, pronounce what was and is already operated, i am, i am, i am up for interpretation, analyze me, oh wiser ones. translate me, judge me, clarify and comprehend. grasp and explain what i am, i am.
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Added on February 28, 2011 Last Updated on February 28, 2011 Author
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