I am peace.... not at peace.
Joy - unfulfilled, waiting for release.
Freedom, not yet liberated.
Life wanting to happen - unabated.
Happiness moving toward, rather than away from wisdom.
I am love, wanting to love and to be loved, in a telescopic prism.
I am water, sky, grass, sand -
Longing again for my Spirit Man;
With Destiny, I know I have a date.... with my love, my Mate.
The hole that once dwelt in my soul was filled by nature's fruit.
Through my perseverance and pursuit of passion and compassion.
Not fashionable in a world devoid of wonderment at life's smallest creatures....
Moving to Nature's tune, and timorous scent.
I am reason. I am rhyme.
In Life's Season, there is no time.
I am the Me, longing to be me -
free!
NOTE:
adopted from PEOLA'S Poetry & Prose
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Desperation Speaks
Puisi"... Never act as you like but think as you like - Never act as you think but think rather of thy act for the act...." [a collection of poems on DESPERATION]
