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[aid] => mick
[title] => This is Your Story
[time] => 2003-12-03 11:43:25
[hometext] => To all the ladies out there, He does care.
[bodytext] => ( And if you never have a love before your life is done You shall be loved by one If you are feeling sad and lonely Read this poem for he loves not only Everyone he also loves you And those who know this seem so few) Wandering Hoping to find my way Searching Not knowing whether it is night or day Down in the heart of the Earth The heat is growing Ancient secrets lie here since before mans birth I keep on going I have to find my way But why am I here? My courage cannot stay I feel only fear Where will this lead me? Why am I here? My own hands even I cannot see This strengthens my fear Suddenly, there is a pulsing, rhythmic beat It overtakes me I feel an intense heat Then suddenly I see A Gate keeper he turns to face me " Have you come to see the Seeker?" He asks of me Familiar looks this gate keeper I reply, " I know nothing, I've lost my memory; Who is the Seeker?" And with that the gate keeper shakes his head at me He opens a door for me to pass through "You must find the Seeker I will give you one clue; You will know who it is when you see her" says the gate keeper I walk inside, the pulsing beat is so near All is black I no longer have fear For there is a candle upon a rack A room full of mirrors encloses around me Who was the gate keeper? I hear his voice inside my head telling me "The girl you now see... is the Seeker". But what am I looking for? All is blank in my mind This leaves me wanting to know more What will I come to find? Then suddenly I see a door With no hinges or a handle I wonder what it is there for Then out goes the candle The pulsing rhythm was forgotten but now is here What can it be? It is so near My eyes can see The door cracking It bursts apart As the pieces are falling I see an immense heart As I walk closer a figure appears All the walls disappear He is the oldest man I have ever seen He looks at me and I hear his great voice " A lot of things should not have been Ahead of you, you have a great choice" I say " I do not understand" " My child", says he " Many eons I have had to withstand, To make you see" "Who are you?" I ask " You will know soon, but first I must say That you need to perform a great task My child as you go on your journeys way You must know this one thing only That with my love for you You will never be lonely And the answer is not who But what I am, have been and always shall be You yourself have descibed me as "Gentler than a spring breeze underneath the wings of a dove" You are nothing without me For no one can match my love So My child, do not be sad or feel forsaken Because since long before your birth Your heart has been taken By one who far exceeds in giving you what you call mirth My child, I am that one I have had your heart Since long before you were created and I will still even long after this life of yours is done The past you must now thwart." My mind could not grasp what he was telling me "My child, the answer is within you" The pulsing of my brain made me queasy " The answer is not surprizing or new" " The answer is simple and easy" "I beg of you" I cried "Please tell me!" My tongue felt tied I fell to my knees He said " I am the one you worship and adore... " Tell me PLEASE!" " I am the one you call GOD, yet I am so much more"...... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 248 [topic] => 40 [informant] => misslee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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