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Something Profound

It’s an abstract concept;
A nuance, a gist-
A fleeting suggestion
That everyone missed
It was in the lyrics to songs
That I played on repeat
Spelled out in messages
That I had to delete.
If someone had seen it,
Had heeded the call,
Had known why I always
Kept my back to the wall,
Why pain made me smile
Why I walked way too fast…
But no one kept up,
As I was chased by my past.
And I could never escape it
They said just let it go.
Like it wasn’t embedded
Body mind and soul.
I’d have to unravel 
Each strand of DNA
No pure black-or-white,
Right-or-left, matter is grey.
My unreplicable sequence
Is not coded to norms,
I love the destructive
Nature of heavy storms,
The tingling when the lightning
Bolts get much too near,
The static flowing in my hair
The cracks that hurt my ears.
It’s not that I’m self-destructive
(Anymore) Something profound
About the power of this universe,
Is how quickly we could drown.
I’m fine in the fire
And don’t remind me that I’m 50
I don’t want nursing when I’m ill,
I know they’ll have to try to ‘fix’ me.
Like I should start to live my life
By what the majority believes,
They haven’t seen my flashback dreams
Where I can’t run and I can’t scream;
Not because I’m bound or threatened
But because I don’t want others to know
What happened to me behind doors
That closed so long ago.

of Me of Him · Answer

he was knew he was him  alone
I’m the stone the builders rejected 
I was the new whom they could see
Its paradox was gone and the truth now its crown
Its heart its lover, of skin of his own Him being--forever
 As coals--and a match glows its shame removed
As dove of the flock the turtle doves the wonder
And young pigeon 
For whom could it be but the beloved coming out of his chamber?
As His gives way a fire shone for him and in so rest,
 to the rest.
He now with feet on the ground comes to Me/I’m
All of him I want all of him of the city of the Nazarene
And there is no good without you of Him, 
Me, I’m, the seventh day of rest.

Carey , written by my own hand
"He must increase, but I must decrease."

But He was speaking of the--temple--of--His--body. So when He was raised from the--dead, His--disciples--remembered--that--He--said--this; and they believed the Scripture and the word which Jesus had {Had} spoken“ A man can receive nothing unless it--has--been--given--him--from heaven John3:27

? · Answer

I once saw a spider spin it's web, its technic was tantalizing.  You spun a poem, from your great grey....that matters.

Frederic · Answer

That you're an independent person who thinks they're misunderstand and who really doesn't care what anyone thinks about it

Coop 366 · Answer

Whither I am right or not I see in the poem the hate of getting old. To stand and watch a big storm roll in with the power of God, makes me feel alive. I enjoyed this poem more than I have lately.

? · Answer

And your very welcome on Yahoo,

fair enough & thanks for sharing

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mars

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What was the point I wanted to make?

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