Friday, July 07, 2006

Matin


Matin

...Care as spiritual oxygen
And for those words
I have not yet found
I will look no more
For a candle suffocates
Without oxygen the light then goes out
Of all those words left to celebrate
...there are...
None validated for they would only be there
To boast and justify only a personal dream
I find it is in giving that there is recognition
But care wasted as with oxygen becomes
Exhausted of the potential to heal wholeness
Inspiration burning as an unknown fruit within
To create an understanding for the subject &
An object is realised by passion (as fire by oxygen)

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice thoughst to read and enjoy one wonders at your experiences and realises you have been through a lot to write like this always a joy to find so much talent.

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James Carroll

12:20 am  

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