how dare one must tell the obvious
not loving
and saying
i don't love you anymore and i want
my way out
this labyrinth
of elocution
piecing together those
beads and broken
ness unsaid
now must one save all the
courage of
i am leaving you for good
i am still in love with my
self and
everything is hazy
like rain
clouds of
january 31st
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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