My Poetry&nb
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My Poetry&nb
My Poetry
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I am
Am I alive, in this twisting, turning staircase called life?
Am I alive, for I feel alive,
watching, glistening, a frozen myriad of lights
the breath of frost, tantalizing lights dancing on my fingertips
Am I alone,
in this kaleidoscope of world's and stars?
Am I alone, for I feel alone,
feeling, breathing an empty space of darkness and light,
the angels' souls infusing me with awe,
the power of the universe in my hand,
a dark abyss of evil
Am I awake, in the heart of stone?
Am I awake, for I feel awake,
Gritty, hard, immovable
Stone cold, yet with a beat of life
A thumping soul
Pounding in rhythmic gyrations
Of earth
Am I, in the world alone
Am I, for I feel I am,
Alone in the heavens
Or in Hell do I rule
Either, neither, both
I am the judge, the jury,
The condemned, the accuser,
And the executioner.
I am Death, the welcoming darkness
Or Death, the angel of Hell?
Who knows but I
I know who knows
I know
I know the stone heart burning bright
I know the void bleeding life
Am I God? You who
Say I am
God I am, who
Knows but I
I am, was
And ever shall be,
But was I made?
Or do I make?
Am I the God?
The puppeteer
Or merely His herald
A messenger angel?
I am the wind
The gentle zephyr
The fierce gales
The howling storm
I am the water
A chuckling brook
The darkness of the sea
Empty, or full of life?
I am the fire,
Sweeping heat,
Warming souls
Or burning life
I am the Earth
The shell of life
Brittle and soft
Unyielding and giving
From dust you were formed
And unto dust you will return.
Am I the hands that formed,
Or the breath that filled the shells
Or am I the dust?
Are you me?
Am I you?
Who am I?
Who
Are
You?
(January 23, 2012 - 7:30 pm)
Whoa. That's all I have so say.
(January 23, 2012 - 9:20 pm)
Wow, Nick! You're such an amazing writer... I wish I could write poetry like that.
(March 29, 2012 - 12:02 pm)