View Askew

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View Askew

Smells and colors ever changing
Can you ever really live in the moment
Invisible forces moving to and fro
Can we ever really own it

It seems like the struggle is just to struggle
Cause nothing we attain will ever suffice
Goals, dreams, and wants are never ending
Satisfaction postponed until the end of our life

The only success is to pick yourself up
Because guaranteed you'll fall down again
The only tool we have is to love
Its the only way well ever transcend

People who try are the miracles of the world
Because its so easy not to
We dont have to live, care, eat, or love
But to try is forever, to try is true

The effort of a person dictates class
There are no victories in life except to keep living
The worlds plan does not correlate with yours
Just running the race is truly winning.

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kenparme commented on View Askew

04-08-2009

This is a great poem-most times just hanging in there is the victory-proverbs says a rightous man falls seven times and rises again-you capture this beautifully here.

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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Claude’s Poems (19)

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Title Comments
The Flame 1
Bittersweet 1
Puzzle pieces 1
Infidelity 0
Retrospect 0
Counting days 0
Edel Araiza 0
Dennys 0
Summer Blues 0
For the Moment 1
The struggle 5
Quest-shun 2
Balance of trade 1
Shopping 1
Treasure 3
No more straw 2
A new year A new life 0
View Askew 1
To write love on her arms 2