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The Boundaries of Creation

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Thursday, February 16, 2012

The boundaries of creation
is blinded by sight
to the laws of creation
and all of its might.

There is no greater sorrow
than a word enslaved
and no greater confusion
than the word in cage.

These lines that I write
are the shards that I pick
from my soul.

They're tears
and laughter,
they're sorrow
and joy.

They make up
the true meaning of me,
my thoughts
my knowledge
my philosophy.

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Reviewed by Pierre Ortega

Reviewed on April 23, 2012

These are much more than just thoughts, these words are the essence of you. enjoyed reading this Pierre

Reviewed by Joy Hale

Reviewed on February 16, 2012

Pithy words of mind and thought, intellect and philosophy; a most worthy poem of your inner feelings. Joy L. hale

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on February 16, 2012

I like your shards. I have my own. They seem to reflect back to yours. Enslaved? Sometimes I feel that. Then I realize I have a functioning (still) brain. That can unslave us. Cage? Same philosophy as enslaved, our brain (functioning) can break the doors of the cage. And then . . . we look around and realize (maybe) that we have only opened a door to a much larger cage.

I adore poems that grab my intellect. This one did.

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