A Divine PerformanceA Poem by SamBug
The language of children seems so far out of reach
from whence I once knew so well. Those memories are but a distant sunrise now. I went back to the corner of 7th Street to revisit the home of all my childhood dreams. Nothing has really changed. I used to go back there once a year to see houses painted in every which way while sanctified Artists shaded their blessings upon the hollow souls. They were all stars. All the same; leaders of the stage lying at the Heart of Main. But behind the scenes stands tall the director of great devils. Nothing has really changed. Early morning sun tinted by divinity; a God-like portrait of clear blue pictured in the clouds gazing down to witness the entire show. It’ll be winter soon and the sea of blue will fade into a bliss of white and empty hallelujahs. But the show must go on! Nothing will ever change. I rarely go back to that little town of mine now but the though of my childhood still lingers on from time to time. Nothing has really changed. Except…I’m no longer a child. That changes everything. © 2012 SamBugReviews
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Added on February 3, 2012Last Updated on February 3, 2012 AuthorSamBugGTown, ARAboutOkay... So these things are always hard to fill out but I suppose I'm going to try to describe me as best as possible. My name is Sam. Some people call me Sammy poo, Sam Bug, or simply Sam Loo. I'm .. more..Writing
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