by Deborah Richards
Thursday, January 01, 2004
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in this is am not jugded, i am not breakable, and it is this that whips me,
torture is my thought and belief in it is my passion, i am given strenth by it's hit's and with every hit i bend in moaning thought, for this has helped me change, helped me to be me,
i am for once me, my inner thought is my want, and this is my true self in the mirror, hot candle wax cover's me, no need, for i do not explan it's gift,
what more can be said except that my judgement is my mirror,
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|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|This poem, "my judgment" is a profound self-analysis of consciousness through an interacting reflection of the "Inner I"... dealt in this poetical composition, which closes revealing its arcane.
Keep writing, Poet! Let the world know Your thoughts of life!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU