Rumbling

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  • Confusion

    Rumbling

    Take thee may never go

    This desire to show

    Day curtains draws near greeting Night

    Out of sight were these words

    Unwinding of one absurd manners

    Writing it upon the wall

    If it were so

    Hollow at in one fashion or another

    Not to bother

    Trance of thought

    Query to be sought

    Ought right

    To ponder where it all went

    Not to resent

    Yet I do

    Within its true

    What I knew

    Only gaze upon the night light

    Out of sight

    Floor bound , silence

    Inner violence

    Behold thee

    See these

    If thee please

    Were to be so

    No one know

    Open sore

    Unleashing the becoming

    Awaking of a side

    Long had believe had subsided

    Years have gone

    Nothing has changed

    Just the outer shell

    Place one dwell

    Say to thee that thee is so

    Only wonder why so

    Not let these words burden you

    Say it in a way that can't be

    Can't see what eating me

    Bleeding with breath taken

    All forsaken

    Take it all away

    On thy knees pleading

    To the sky above

    Sign of a dove

    There would be soothing inner dwellings

    Not to be so

    Not to be so

    All fake as the mirror image

    Masquerade one plays

    Say it all

    Say it all

    Falling to the ground

    Bound I say if the cage to be open

    It would not be

    For you see it's what keep thee from being thee

    Hazy overcast forth telling

    Clashing lighting

    Thunderous rumblings

    Sail away in the night

    Out of sight

    No more

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    SusanLee commented on Rumbling

    03-23-2009

    Got to take this slow and easy and then it sings, almost bluesy to my ear. But then that's me. I liked reading it.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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