Philo Yan Poems

Youth have dreams have no experience and no money
Youth who works have some experience but not enough money
Grown up dreams fade, experience, money but forgotten desire
The body and mind has grown weary, weak
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The silence of the mirror
Bounces back a thousand fold
The beauty of the soul
is freed without control
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Awake dear higher selves
Beware of conspirators
disguised as fabricators
the deepest of illusions
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If there is no art, there's no music.
If there is no music, there is no dance
If there is no dance, there is no joy
If there is no joy, there is no beauty
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Woods whispers softly to my ears
Come away to solitude walk
Come to love and leave your fears
to reflect your silence talk
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Never let someone
worthy of your love go
And let them grow
where they need to go
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Women are a mystery to men
Cloaked in a mist or fog or steam
Women are an enigma to men
Emotional, irrational, a dream....
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I am sitting in the largest puzzle work
and trying to pick and choose the pieces
that fit into my own little puzzle while
at the same time finding others
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What is really the grandest plan?
Duality of life keeps some insane
and the same will keep us sane
The confusing wonders of evolving man
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