I am a fraud and a thief.
I spring from the wishes
Of whomsoever I deceive.
My beauty is not my own,
Though I possess it in abundance.
My path is crowded and overgrown
With fat beasts, wilted flowers and weeds,
Stretching out for miles around,
Peppered with crippled and dormant seeds.
With faith, I can believe
That I can touch the sun.
The sky is as limitless as I can conceive.
But, when I sleep, my dreams unfold
In a burst of brilliant color and ugly spite…
A curse that I will grow ugly and old…
Petty, wicked and sad...
That I will lose my sight…
That it will drive me mad.
And I cling to a single thought:
That my madness will subside
And beauty itself will rot.
Beauty is only skin deep, the real beauty lies within the heart. Focus your dreams on the inside instead of the outter layers. I felt the emotions in this. Lisa
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
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Why?, Because it rings honest.
Honesty is what makes the words walk,
And command a salute
Well done
Rodney
Bravo!
Chanti
thankyou!!!
vesna :)
Tarek Hassan
Best regards,
Leland