The Goals

The Goals

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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now in the limelight

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The Goals


7 crosses the lips of yesterday
You surmise a tale conjuring up dead soil
Your weighted in the hour of destiny
Like a cat you want to lunge forth
clawing the sacred object of desire
A huge self stands on your shoulders
keeping destiny at bay
Should you find the strength in resistance
Swallow the half self into desire
Lay the trap as whole entwines the body politic
and you find now as a master of goals.

© 2016 Alfred Kukitz


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I'm setting off on producing my own books. Blurb was a huge disappointment. I'm waiting on book covers. I bought some Finestra ink jet paper and now I wait. Hope this works out!

Thank you both for your visit!

Regards,
Al

Posted 8 Years Ago


don't let yourself stop yourself from moving forward...

lift the weight, forget past disappointments...have faith and move forward.

j.

Posted 8 Years Ago


What holds us back when we want to jump into the fray? What is it? Fear? Conscience? Morals? So many different reasons are possible. However, if we allow destiny to weigh us down, we are often left with regrets. I say, "Jump!" The safety net will appear when it is needed. Well written. Lydi**

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on January 2, 2016
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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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