Poem - Stop the heart.
Still my beating heart
It breathes new untold wounds into my soul.
This restlessness is my enemy.
Uncertainty and insecurity clearly foes not friends.
Like idle classmates in the playground,
whom scold you for your stillness and superiority.
We, we, we. Us, us , us. Pray. Why?
For what benefit does the brain function?
Certainly not mother earth.
She yearns for authenticity and spontainety.
These bring about the connection we "think about".
Ironically.
Is ignorance not bl…
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Posted on February 18, 2008 at 6:34pm —