{Untitled...for now} NEW!A Poem by Nate E. Flake (Cösmic Wönder)still editing the poems i wrote from when i was going through my own battles...Our bodies, sacred rightfully hand~picked Departing from the womb of mothers. A maiden's lost innocence, beautiful, as the dew that falls according to the peak of dawn. Substance overtake our bodies that were also once innocent Progress fuels our nature Minds eloquent and fascinating We are who we are wits or not. Forever shall the human mind stand remaining unmangled just like the timbers. War shall not define us for the strong not only quiver in their knees...
Follow the drury lane for misconception and confusion lies ahead Reminince not on the past life miss not the gift that lies ahead Why look upon what is behind you to be blinded by the_________ ahead it lies Move on ye corrupt mind for hate guilt shame peversion shall no longer haunt your soul Hope being the key to make it through this battle field as good times shall follow Evermore you shall journey on through grief pain mishap elusive thouths that unwantingly strike us A mind bound by misconception... Tangle not in the dilema that strikes us for the journey is far from done
© 2010 Nate E. Flake (Cösmic Wönder)Author's Note
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6 Reviews Added on September 11, 2010 Last Updated on October 22, 2010 AuthorNate E. Flake (Cösmic Wönder)Where The Wild Things Are, CAAboutjust started writing poetry, a way of art to express myself, to release my emotions I enjoy the works of Walt Whitman, E.E. Cummings, Langston Hughes, W.E.B. Dubois, William Ernest Henley, Ernest H.. more..Writing
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