William Klink Poems

From the birth of oneself, (which to us is all our being), we are forever in our own private eternity of life. We travel through life's wondrous passages with many encounters. How we react and project our inner soul is forever cast within our hearts desires. For the most important thing in all life is in reality ourselves so that we are able to react and project our inner being as we see, feel, hear, and yearn-fully desire to touch and be touched. Could anyone else outside of our precious self be as embraceful to our comfort and passion? Could we give one small part of our-self for someone else? If that someone else hurts, torments, or loves us, that someone else could cast life's fires as a thrown stone of unmeaningful force on our inner complete self without hesitation of thought. Could we forgive, could we love, and while time passes forget? It will happen sure as earth will take us back to its mysterious elements for the unknown future of time. But for now we pretend with the forceful wave of turmoil that could always pass our way. And yet we live until we die, and does the earth that now owns us, ever keep score of its lottery of life? Do our thoughts fade away, as tuned that they are to the wonders of life that are trained to absorb in the web of mystery in the depth of marriage of sorrow and pleasure?

Are we really alone, except that knowing that others exist with vibration of moods of life? We talk, react, and love with time passing swiftly by, and yet if we fade from our present space on this earth, others will soon forget that we were here. How can any one all important self, think that we can only happen to be when the divine plan evolved?
Or that you could never again cease to be.
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