This Is A Hide A Poem.....the reader is suppose to guess what I am talking about before the end of the poem....hope you enjoy.......... For mankind it can be an ally or Foe, In companionship with thee my brain works mentally and begins to glow. ... Without it years of history would be forgotten, however it flourishes and continues to grow. Nourished and fed through any mans heart and mind, through purity or evil from fears or mysteries, whoever chooses it, they create a bind. It starts at the thought, for ages the rear was a feather, but changed in time. For it has brought the heart of man the best and worse, for it is unique and one of a kind. IT will not go extinct and has never ran, for yours or mine it continues to bleed for anyone. To some powerful enough for the wicked to understand and act out ways of being kind; To others a plan to commit and get away with a wrongful crime, For It leaves messages, for it leaves marks, and for it leaves universal signs. However without Mother Nature trees & bark originally never would have been developed to breathe or bleed as if it was blind. Clever enough it has been here all along between this paper and between these lines, Look beyond the poetry, look beyond the words, look beyond the rhymes. Used to some as a weapon or a saber, or a beautiful song, To others dreams of a fictional world or remembering that day of peace before it’s forgotten or forever gone. However in the end it is not the one to blame and has no say To lose Or To gain, For if it is right, or forever wrong. It is the hands that sews the Pen, The man is the mastermind of how it weaves, bleeds, breathes, for it creates its energy & flow from beginning to end. So I am the creator of these weaves that make them bleed its way onto the paper and mend, I would say an artist I am, but truthfully I am nothing without my pen. -Kevin Robb .
Posted on: Thu, 25 Jul 2013 18:10:53 +0000
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