Raw Wild Poet
sábado, 17 de diciembre de 2011
The Gift Of Life
The Gift of Life
A door is closed, within our conscience,
In place is a dialogue of total nonsense.
The Vision
The Source
My poetry airs,
what's inside of my heart.
The interlect's there,
I allow it to pass.
It cannot be dictated,
it cannot be forced.
Don't underestimate,
the power of source.
I am
I’m not a Krishna,
and I’m not a Sheikh,
but I’m not a drifter,
I’m simply unique.
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