who to believe

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who to believe

the sun  has risen
a glow upon this dusty earth
creeps over the mountains
dances off the tree tops
shimmers across the ocean
reflects across a calm lake
its heat upon my cold face
warms my soul

like  a word spoken
it breaks the air around
traveling fast towards my ear
the message sent transfers to language
my brain tries to comprehend
the thought gathered
mis interpreted

the confusion sets in
my brain manipulates the truth
the wires are crossed
the message is undeliverable
thoughts go wild
truths ignored
facts  dismissed
interpitation cloudy, unclear

the sun is high above
casting shadows on ordinary items
the shadow becomes longer
longer than the original speciman
is this rendering not true
the shadow precedes
a casted shadow is  only an interpritationof its true self

this i believe
my mind can fill those blanks
seperate truth form fiction
the corruption of the disease
leads me alone
leads me to despair
i too am living ina mere shadow
a shadow cast not from the sun
but from my own wretched soul


as the sun sets
orange ,red and blue
dance across the sky
melting and inter twining
a pallete of creation
a mystical wish granted

my thoughts recede
i close my doors
i refrain from  the spoken word
i retreat to my inner self
i have chosen the path less traveled
i walk alone
humbled by love
broken is my trust
who do i believe

the night is upon us
the darkness surrounds
the glowing star is in retreat
the creatures come out to eat
natures call is alive and well
nocturnal life  begins

poison is the mind
a mind corrupted  with thoughts of rage
dis figured by heartache
torn by lies
confused by love
i believe
or
do i

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WindsOfMemory commented on who to believe

12-09-2009

aww bud thats pretty. it seems that you were right about you being a great poet. ur poems are a little long but still hold a great message. keep up the good work.

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

nadronnoco’s Poems (29)

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who to believe 1
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love 1
apples to oranges 8
strange day 1
one man one woman 0
too many dreams 7
learning slowly 1
broken dreams 0
my fault 0
the legend 1
my cadillac 0
gear head 0
just one game 0
never a home 0
born under summer sun 1
home is gone 0
life 2
regret 1
un titled 1
the jury 2
the search 1
lies 0
the race 1
the river 1
cycle 1
stingray 3