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FlowingMoving, flowing, traveling, space, and time.Methods of motion, methods of flowing, moving, are transitioning through space, time, and life.Words are like motion as is life. Life is as words flowing through time and space.If all things move and flow as life and speech.Why then can we just be.
Illustrated MindThe Mind is a wonderful.The Mind is Scary.The mind can be seen and cannot be seen.The Mind is Beautiful.The Mind is Frightful.The Mind can control and be Control.A Mind is a Mind.A Mind is just a Mind if it is without a soul.The Mind is barren.
When I see a dish.I see a Pizza...I see a hole...I see time rolling by.I see a UFO.But when I really see a dish, I just see a dish.
Mind, Body, and SoulThe Mind the mental soul.The Body the physical Soul.The Soul the internal life force and being; consciousness.The Trinity of life.
Ocean BlueI listen to the sound of an Ocean Blue.I see the sound of an Ocean Blue.I see no Ocean Blue.A sound of a world so true.I see no Ocean Blue, I hear no Ocean True.A world of beauty and danger too.Creatures as alien to us as life near a distance star. A frontier like space which is dying. A life essence dying, a breath of life dying.It is life and it is death. We return to her in the end and are born from her in the beginning. Yet we let her die. She is mother to all; Mother is dying; her children are killing her, so few are crying.I listen to its beauty and its pain; I hear her cries of sorrow.I listen to the sound of an Ocean Blue.I see the sound of an Ocean Blue.I see no Ocean Blue.I listen to the Ocean Blue.
Twilight DarkIn the dark of night.In the twilight of the dark night.I cite and think about the twilight.In the Twilight of night.In the dark of the Twilight of night.I cite and think about the dark.
Temporal FearFear what is it?Fear is it the future?Fear is it the Past?Future is it the Present?What is fear, emotion, pain, success?Can someone fear, fear?Is it a passion?Is it a love?Can someone be in love with fear?Fear.I fear my future.I fear my heart.I fear my success.I fear, fear.Fear what is it?Fear is it the future?Fear is it the Past?Future is it the Present?
Poems and the PoetPoems are the mind and the eyes of god.Through us, the poet, we share and dream.Through us, the poet, we see our nightmares and our dreams.Through us, the poet, we see good and evil.Through us, the poet, we see our past, present, and our fate.The poems are us and we are the poets.