Walk of The Tarmac Path

Ruins of a forbidden life,

a sanctuary hidden,

path of life leading the way,

dusty and full of tarmac,


Barbed wire along the side of it,

walking straight is the challenge,

might sound easy,

but a hard task it is indeed,


Full of traps for you to trigger,

surprises awaits,

sorrow also awaits,

strenght will be tested,


Trials of your mind, soul, mentallity, and your true spirit,

you can't run away from this,

everything you do is a test,

it's how the universe works,


At the start of the path,

a tablet written by your own mind,

deep deep words:

"My journey has started, my life is circulating,
Blessed with the chance, find it, unravel it,
Destiny is all I have, complete it, absorb it,
Come on me, walk the path in a straight line"




Poetry by Alexander
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Written on 2006-02-08 at 19:58

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
WOW!
I have reread this and realise I didn't leave a comment - I have been bookmarking the wonderfully enlighting series.
Liz
2006-03-03


Zoya Zaidi
Road to life is never a bed of roses,
Look hard & you will find there are
After all some bunches of posies,
But before you can find them, you have
To traverse a path full of thorns, next to roses,
There will be boulders big and small,
There will be lamentations, regrets & all,
There will be mountains to cross, rivers to swim,
Oceans to dive deep within, pearl of wisdom to skim,
Friends might not be there in thick and thin,
But river of life you will have to swim,
And swim across you will, because you are brave & full to the brim
With the wine of responsibility, truth and prim!

((((((Hugs dear Alex, to make the path less grim!)))))))))))

All the best in life Alex!

You shall over come!
Yes, I do believe, that
You shall over come, one day!

Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-02-09


Celtic boy
That lonely road :( We all walk there sometimes Alex. But I have thoughts of people that are special to me and so I am never really alone I suppose. My thoughts are with you as you struggle to find your path.
2006-02-09

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