The very essence of my soul emanates the intensity of my being
As my mind fills with thought.
The very act of thinking if what distracts me from the frivolities of life
And I think about things with meaning.
Where does the soul go after death?
Is heaven and hell a state of mind?
Cryptic remarks designed to keep you up at night.
Mere distractions.
As my mind sinks back into depression.
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Poetry.....Beginning To End
PoesiaThis is a collection of all my poems in the order that they were written. Hope you enjoy them. WARNING...may contain some song lyrics.
