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Post by anirbas on Jan 29, 2016 21:08:02 GMT -6
(I am what I am)
through decades I've walked wearing this fragile skin shell showing times passage
(I am what I am)
travels and travails tattooed upon memories will not leave me be
(I am what I am)
oxymoronic bitter yet bright with joy sweet with dark anger
(I am what I am)
this constellation of comet blasted charred stars is the verse I am
(And that is all that I am)
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Post by heartfelt7 on Jan 30, 2016 10:20:08 GMT -6
Oh - boy! First Cleopatra herself, and now an Indian shaman priestess. You are on a royal roll!
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Post by phantasm on Jan 31, 2016 9:59:33 GMT -6
We live in a twisted world You have to live in the sweet spot of a certain age bracket Just to have a chance to get employed And if not? Well, you're screwed in a world where people are disposable
Our world cares nothing of you if you're outwardly imperfect, ordinary-looking, non-exotic, average-skilled While allowing the spiritually warped to lead multi-national corporations
There are those who holler about the destruction of human embryos Why doesn't anyone holler about ignoring those who live among us?
How do we go about building a more caring world?
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Post by anirbas on Jan 31, 2016 19:38:28 GMT -6
Thanks for the read and comments, sweet Heart. I was torn between two different titles for this one. The other was, "On Being in My Fifties". Glad you enjoyed it.
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