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    ON...

    ON...

    I WAS REARED

    AND FEARED NO ONE AND ALL

    THE DARKNESS CAME, THE LIGHT STILL

    TO FILL MY ROOM OF GLOOM TO RISE

    MYSTERY'S EYES AND HAND OF CLAY

    THAT WASHED AWAY THE YOUTH AND TOT

    AND INFANCY THAT TIME FORGOT

    THE SEED AND SEED AND PLANTED LOT

    BOTH CAME AND WENT TO CARRY ON

    BOTH CAME AND WENT TO CARRY ON

    ~~~~~~~~

    I WAS CREATED

    I WAS BORN

    FROM A LONG REST TO DESTINY

    DESTINED TO DISCOVER THE BEST IN ME

    AWAKENED TO WHAT MY EYES TO SEE

    THE UNIVERSE IN ALL ITS GLORY: THE LORD

    AFFORDS ME THIS OPPORTUNITY

    TO VISUALIZE, CONCEPTUALIZE

    RUSH ABOUT, THE ENERGY OF ALL

    STAND TALL AND FALL AND CALL

    WHEN IN NEED, TO FEED

    MY HUNGER, THIST AND WORTH

    TO SURF WHAT IS UPON THE DIRT

    AND AIRE

    TO FAIR UNFAIR AND CARRY ON

    TO FAIR, BEWARE, THEN STARE

    THEN ON

    ~~~~~

    I WAS TURNED

    I WAS TOSSED IN LIFE'S GREAT GAME AND LOST

    MY WAY AT HALF TO END

    WHAT END HATH MY CALL TO MAKE

    AT STAKE UNSURE, A VISION BLUR

    IN DARNESS AS THE LIGHT STOOD STILL

    TILL I MADE ARRANGEMENT WITH MY ILL

    MADE A DECISION AND A WILL

    TO CARRY ON TILL TIME STOOD STILL

    OR MADE A WAY DESPITE THE DAY

    OF SUN AND CLOUD AND MID-MIDNIGHT SWILL

    OF RAIN AND PAIN AND SUDDEN JOLT

    OF THUNDER'S PILL AND LIGHTNING BOLT

    THUS TIGHTENED THUSTO EASE MY LAME

    AND CONSTANT ENERGY TO TAME

    AND SAFELY PASS TO CARRY ON

    SAFELY PASS TO CARRY ON

    ~~~~~

    I CRIED AND LIED

    AND THEN I DIED

    TOO GREY TO SAY TOO

    WEAK TO SPEAK

    ALL LEAK THE TIRED EYES DID SPILL

    THE TEARS OF ENDLESS EYES THAT FILL

    AND DIRT DOTH HURT, NO , CARRY ON

    SO I CAN SEE WHAT'S LEFT TO SEE

    ETERNITY AHEAD OF ME

    THE MOON ABOVE TO CARRY ON

    LONG AFTER I, HISTORY AND GONE

    THE EARTH DOES CARRY ON.

    (c) 2009, simpoet (2/6/09, ceretas, site 3, richmond,

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    Mandi commented on ON...

    01-27-2010

    From beginning to end you follow your theme in a very creative way. I enjoyed it.

    simpoet

    01/27/2010

    thank you . . . when i get inspired, it just comes how it comes . . .

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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