Beams of Mystery

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    Beams of Mystery

    Perfection, yet imperfect. A fertile world waiting to be discovered. The seed of centuries that has grown. Turn your black orbs to me. I melt into the blazing black worlds that are seperate yet one. I want to know what is beyond. Pearls of black shining forth beams of mystery.

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    photochick commented on Beams of Mystery

    07-09-2009

    very deep great flow and structure you have alot of talent I look forward to reading more you have a great outlook so short yet so heart felt and full of passion form with in great job

    Tommy101

    07/12/2009

    Thank you very much!

    laydbak1 commented on Beams of Mystery

    06-15-2009

    This has the feel of wandering the cosmos, exploring the awe of the universe and turning over comets and space rocks to see what's under them.... I could be wrong, but it's enchanting to think about.... A good write...

    Tommy101

    06/22/2009

    Thank you very much for yur comment. I have enjoyed your poems as well.

    jmylez commented on Beams of Mystery

    06-12-2009

    this poems is deep beyond words,,,and very vivid,,,how ever it relates to u ,,,,well very deep...keep goin this deep beautiful work,,,keep doin ur thing

    Tommy101

    06/22/2009

    Thank you for your comment. I am pleased you liked my writing.

    mpjtforever commented on Beams of Mystery

    06-12-2009

    very well written you have a wonderful insight. I feel your writing . feel free to read my poems, and give any advise u might have your friend jodi

    Tommy101

    06/22/2009

    Thank you. I looked for you on line not to long ago but you weren't on. I'll catch you sometime.

    jenifer commented on Beams of Mystery

    05-30-2009

    beams of mystery i like it. write more and maybe u can sore to beams of light one or more , just be you and nobody else.

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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