Poetry is what surrounds you, the air you breath, the the golden sunset you see, the chirping birds you hear, yet the wind that blows off your clothes such that we see your naked mind.
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Monday, May 13, 2013
I CHOOSE NOT SOLITUDE
I choose to live amongst men
For midst multitudes
Only warmth thrives
While shivers find no solace.
I choose to live midst men
Where echoes are of differing opinions
Yet these opinions are born
Of a diversity of experiences.
I choose to live amongst men
For knowledge is that which is sort
Not the mediocrity that is one's thoughts
Informed by personal shallow wells.
I choose to live amongst men
Where my spirit is endlessly nourished
From the bowels of the legends of humanity
Who chose not the solitary way.
I choose to live amongst men
For the heart grows weak
If confined in solitude
I choose to live amongst men
I choose not solitude.
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