larry Philosopher


Me - Poem by larry Philosopher

As my hands move on this paper like magic
It seems i was born centuries ago
Incarnations of ideas within me
Giving birth to thoughts that are generations old
I am ancient yet modern
My hair white like an old man
Yet my heart pumping like a young man
My thoughts
An endless stream of ideas
I pause now in time
Yet I yes I
Only me ever existed
A unioun with the eternal one
That is nothing but mystical
Now i write
I can hear the voice of centuries
Sounding in my soul
Pleading for a chance for expressions
And the generations in my lions
Will reap from the labour i toil in right now
For i was not yet born
Before i was formed
By the raw hands of the trinity
And now sounding in my bowels
I think..............I think............................................ ........I think...................I think


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2011



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