~tasha~
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CHULBULI said:
No matter how high the sky is, How deep the ocean is, How strong the wind is, How wide the river is, I just want to tell YOU…. They’re none of YOUR BUSINESS
~tasha~
Age: 125
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Sometimes im quick at other times slow Sometimes i reap, at others i sow Sometimes my energys natural and flowing Sometimes im not sure, where im going Sometimes my feelings are vivid and clear Sometimes all wrapped in thin veneer Sometimes people make me hide deep away Sometimes my child comes out to play Sometimes my childs not nurtured or fed Sometimes unbalanced and too easily led sometimes i strop when im vexed and frustrater Sometimes my appetitites hearty and sated Sometimes i see and at others im blind Sometimes i dont even know my own mind Sometimes unless i break free from the self Sometimesi dont do whats good for my health Sometimes we dont really flow clearly Sometimes were rash and unsincerely Sometimes all we want to do Sometimes is to start anew
~tasha~
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Sometimes the wind blows, Sometimes it stands still, Sometimes the sun rises Sometimes it stays hidden Sometimes the rose blooms into all it can be Sometimes it dies before it can stand on its two feet Sometimes things dont always go as planned Sometimes there are things we just dont understand Sometimes, Sometiems is all we can say but the real thing is that Sometimes...Sometimes...this happens everyday.
~tasha~
Age: 125
6668 days old here
Total Posts: 47628
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Sometimes I do not know where I am going. Sometimes I have no idea where I have been. Sometimes life is all about the knowing. And I wonder will I ever win.
Sometimes this road it feels so long. Sometimes I feel I can see the end. Sometimes I fall and tumble in my choice of right from wrong. And I wonder with you will my heart mend.
Sometimes this food does not fill me. Sometimes this liquor does not numb. Sometimes I am so lost and lonely. And I wonder without you will I succumb.
Sometimes I know what I am doing. Sometimes I barely have a clue. Sometimes I fall to my knees weeping. And I wonder will my search ever find you.
~tasha~
Age: 125
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Poetry is not words… Not page nor pen. Take this out and you will see. What is poetry then?
What could it possibly be If you limit this use of expression. Isn’t this how poetry sings?
With words? Small words, long words— Simple words. Light words. Words that sing to the gut And to the ear. And this isn’t how poetry breathes?
I don’t believe so. I don’t believe it is. Poetry is the break, the beat, The human machine, The red scarf, The marble gumdrop. The silent dog and singing leaves.
Poetry is sounds, not words In which we hear. Poetry Is the maze of Keats And Whitman, Komunyakaa.
Poetry is a confession…
A rope to tie these minds Firmly onto a metal seat and catechize Until they weep. To whip A confession out ourselves. This is poetry.
Poetry is all water and air, Stars in dirt and dirt in stars. Poetry is their voice, Poetry is our own voice. Poetry is this invisible touch Tickling and scraping our bones, Our bones which words could never Rainbow A reach.
~tasha~
Age: 125
6668 days old here
Total Posts: 47628
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There is a streak of poetry in my vein Just as there is poetry in the air And there is poetry in the rain There is poetry in the first smile of dawn And poetry in the soft rays of the moon There is poetry in a blade of grass And poetry in the balmy evening breeze, There is poetry riding on the roaring bluegreen waves And poetry whispering in dark mountain caves There is poetry in the smile of a child Just as there is poetry in the deep green wild Poetry is music and music is magic …..
