June 6th 2005
Meaningless until acted upon,
Hollow until they take on a physical form.
But they are easily said.
Not much thought is given
To their effect, now or after.
Like water they flow
From a beautiful spring
Bringing life to barren land,
Painting a breathtaking landscape,
Creating a beautiful dream,
A fantastic illusion,
A fantasy too enticing to disbelieve,
A false hope,
Wishful thinking.
But we all need something,
Anything to hold on to,
To make the mundane lively,
To make sadness happiness,
To make loneliness bearable,
To make pain tolerable.
And so we lie,
To each other......to ourselves
.....Words go with the wind.
And like the wind
They are invisible.
They disappear,
But they can be heard.
They can be felt.
They surround us.
Sometimes they are fierce,
Sometimes they are gentle,
Sometimes they are wanted,
Somwtimes they are cursed.
Sometimes they are cold,
Sometimes they are warm.
But always they are present,
And always they will be told.
Lies upon lies,
But truth to lost souls,
Because whatever one imagines,
One believes to be true.
.....So speak freely.....
...........And freely believe.
Poetry by transience
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Written on 2006-06-27 at 04:36
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words
Words are just words,Meaningless until acted upon,
Hollow until they take on a physical form.
But they are easily said.
Not much thought is given
To their effect, now or after.
Like water they flow
From a beautiful spring
Bringing life to barren land,
Painting a breathtaking landscape,
Creating a beautiful dream,
A fantastic illusion,
A fantasy too enticing to disbelieve,
A false hope,
Wishful thinking.
But we all need something,
Anything to hold on to,
To make the mundane lively,
To make sadness happiness,
To make loneliness bearable,
To make pain tolerable.
And so we lie,
To each other......to ourselves
.....Words go with the wind.
And like the wind
They are invisible.
They disappear,
But they can be heard.
They can be felt.
They surround us.
Sometimes they are fierce,
Sometimes they are gentle,
Sometimes they are wanted,
Somwtimes they are cursed.
Sometimes they are cold,
Sometimes they are warm.
But always they are present,
And always they will be told.
Lies upon lies,
But truth to lost souls,
Because whatever one imagines,
One believes to be true.
.....So speak freely.....
...........And freely believe.
Poetry by transience
Read 518 times
Written on 2006-06-27 at 04:36
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