BEYOND MY MIND

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    BEYOND MY MIND

    Blue or green?
    The color of the sea.
    Going up and down the waves
    To be my unexpected mood.
    sweet or sour the feeling of me.

    The question of my mind hitting it through the divine.
    The passion of art inside a deep mind
    With full of imaginations
    Hitting me through left and right.
    Perspective comes along with me.
    Seeing it in my mind
    Looking at the blank paper.
    My emotions run down the pages.
    Forgetting my visions along.
    Looking down on paper,
    Loosing my focus
    Is getting hard to draw.

    Speaking with my wild heart wide open.
    The question of my mind hitting it through the divine.
    Thinking of the world we live in today
    Standing amongst the people not knowing what 2 say
    Hearing the music flowing into my ears.
    Beating myself inside these walls of hate.
    Wanting my eyes to cry with full of tears.
    Hating to be on this earth.
    Seeing people fade away.
    Sinking through lies in my face.
    Stabbing me in the back when I need them the most.
    Seeing people with unwanted faith through their eyes.
    Anger comes my way.
    Looking down at the world with full of questions in my head.
    Going crazy with frustration & confusion of me questioning God.
    Deep inside my heart is burning with poison,
    And breaking me apart like glass.
    At peace without a path in mind.
    Falling down somewhere here that I never belong.
    I'm not perfect yet,
    I like to lead not to follow others.

    Life is like a tree that grows inside me.
    Leafs on the tree come and go like people in my life.
    Taking the road of life
    Things can change when I look away from my goals.
    Going back letting noting stand on my way
    Trying harder to focus on my goals
    Looking around with a smile on
    Reaching my goals slowly without a distraction.


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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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