NIGHTS AIR

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NIGHTS AIR

THE NIGHTS AIR BLOWS MY HAIR AS I FALL INTO DEEP THOUGHT. THOUGHTS THAT CAN'T BE SORTED OUT. I FIGHT FOR WISDOM AND UNDERSTANDING. MY HEART CAN'T STAND ANOTHER TURBULENCE FILLED LANDING. I'M TRYING TO STAND STILL, SO THE NIGHTS AIR CAN SORT OUT FICTION FROM REALITY. WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH ME? I DON'T RECOGNIZE MY OWN SCENERY. WHO COULD THIS BE? WANTING TO OPEN MY EYES TO WHAT LAYS AHEAD OF ME. LISTENING TO A VOICE THAT STANDS STRONG IN ME. SHOULD I BOLDLY STAND AS THE NIGHTS AIR CLOTHE MY BODY WITH A NEW SOUL. ONE THAT CAN'T BE CONTROLLED, IT DICTATES IT'S OWN FATE. A DESTINY SO IRATE, WHO DARES TO FAKE? THERE'S NOTHING MORE TO TAKE IN ME. THE RAIN IN MY EYES HAS FLOODED MY FEET. THE LIGHTING IN MY HEART KEEPS IT OFF BEAT. THE THUNDER IN MY SOUL KEEPS IT SO COLD. WHY DO I LET THIS BEAT ME? SHOULD THE SUN DRY MY FEET, WHILE WARMING MY HEART AND SOUL? TO KNOW THAT THE BLOOD THAT RUNS THREW MY VEINS IS NOT IN VAIN. TO KNOW THAT THE PRAISES THAT WENT UP, WILL SOON RAIN DOWN BLESSING UPON ME. WHY AM I SO CONFUSED? WHY DO I FEEL MISUSED? AN INTERNAL PAIN. ONE THAT SENDS FLAMES THREW MY BODY. "WATER" ..............."HYDRATION".........WETNESS IS WHAT I LONG FOR. MY BODY TO BE SPIRITUALLY CLEANSED FROM FRUSTRATION, HURT AND PAIN. WITHOUT THIS I CAN SURELY GAIN. GAIN PERCEPTION ON MY LIFE AS A WHOLE. SO WHEN THE CROS ROADS COMES THE DECISION WILL STAND BOLD. THE NIGHT AIR THAT BLOWS THREW MY HAIR RUNS DEEP. SORTING OUT THE CONFUSION THAT LIVES WITHIN ME. I'LL STAND STILL UNTIL IT'S COMPLETE.

DEE MARIE

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Sopradiction commented on NIGHTS AIR

05-15-2009

Very nice poem- i like your message- it is sincere and true clearly portraying a point of change and the struggle that comes with it- I would like to suggest cleaning up the flow a tad- other than that- pure poem

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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