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Postby antefurem » Sun May 30, 2004 5:31 pm

It's... abstract. Egads!

Word of advice: I do everything on purpose. Every element is important! :sweat:

With that said... poem!



MAN,
today, to TOmorrow
i want to BEliEve
the truth, VEiNs of hope,
that run(s) through today’S
mind
[hEAR] the noise
of the mysterious catCH slipping away
and fallING,
chasing strings of life
it IS STILL
at times
A MYSTERY
(seems to have no end)
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Postby true_noir_chloe » Tue Jun 01, 2004 10:08 am

Man to be even searching is still a mystery? Is that what you were wanting us to find?

Anyway, nice. ^_^ There is a wall called sin and as long as that wall is there man will always be searching. The search ends when the wall is removed by a cross, a Savior, a life that has never stood behind a wall.

[size=84][color=seagreen]YOU SEE


You see into the deepest part of me ---

beyond the fog I hide behind.

You cast your light upon the shadows

that stretch like cobwebs in my mind.

You ease the pain when I am hurting,

and morbid visions from my past

pierce into the realm of Reason

as though I danced on blades of glass.

You grant me strength when I have fallen

and, once again, I've lost my way.

You take my hand in Yours and lead me

into the promise of a brand new day.

You bring order to all my chaos,

yet set my well-laid plans awry.

You place me on a firm foundation ---

then give me wings so I can fly.

You sand away my roughened edges

and polish all the dullest parts

until I stand before Your presence...

a newly-sculpted work of art.

You see into the heart within me,

right through my motives and selfish will.

And yet, in spite of all You see

You say You love me even still.


~by D.M.~

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Postby antefurem » Tue Jun 01, 2004 10:16 am

There is something more to this poem to the capital letters. ^__^

Look at what remains after taking out the capitals.

(Like I said, I don't do anything without purpose. Haha.)

I suppose my poem can be taken as a protest - why are people still searching while the answer's right in front of them? It (the search) seems to have no end - however, there is an end! ^___^
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