To me, poetry is a language. It acts as a portal to thoughts, feelings, views and experiences. Poets are poets because they can't be anything else. Wh ..
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I wish jack Dylan was an eagle Eyeing the circumference of sky, Of life. An eagle Controlling the lift of his flight Feathers sheen with Sunlight. Far-reaching, far-seeing, powerful, Intelligent Is He.
I think Jack Dylan Is a Carp. Low-bottom feeder Searches through the mysterious composite Of human ruin and decay. Swimming against the current always He finds truth But no peace One by night Another By Day.
The Sky is your heart, Your promise Your strength. Transformation is everywhere: On the tip of wing In talon’s clutch Omniscient view Brings new life.
Illusive Carp What you eat Incessantly feeds Bigger growth upon your fill Darkness and clay In the depth of despair You make your kill.
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