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Contributed by softerware on Tuesday, 31st May 2016 @ 09:55:21 PM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems

The truth of who we are today;
Is told by what we see;
What we cant envision;
Seldom comes to be.

The truth of where were headed;
depends on what we cherish;
That which we desire most;
Becomes the dream we nourish.

The crooked path to get there;
It written by our fears;
The thorns of childhood travels;
That whisper in our ears.

Safe within our castle walls;
Possessions to refine us:
Store bought proof of pedigree;
So useless to define us.

The truth of who we are takes time;
And years of rearranging;
We outgrow things and people;
And blame the world for changing.

This siren call will never end;
Though stone walls may surround you;
The hearts an endless seeker;
Until your truth has found you.

Copyright © softerware ... [ 2016-05-31 21:55:21]
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Re: Fateless (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Tuesday, 31st May 2016 @ 11:49:48 PM AEST
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"This siren call will never end;
Though stone walls may surround you;
The hearts an endless seeker;
Until your truth has found you."

Brilliant content. I/'/m glad you share your wisdom with us. You remind me that poetry is not a sheer indulgence exercise, but an opportunity to learn the most important things about existence; how to be a wise and correctly centered human being.


Re: Fateless (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Thursday, 2nd June 2016 @ 01:03:37 AM AEST
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Thee endless seeker Indeed
excellent flow.....

Re: Fateless (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 3rd June 2016 @ 01:24:59 PM AEST
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Never will, darling, never will. However deep you go, your own truth will negate the real truth.

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