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Tuesday, January 12, 2010
poet
The distance is what captures my breath
as I stretch my heart
and chase my dreams
it seems
the labrynths are never-ending;
the opportunities are ever-pending.
Waiting for the escrow to close,
apprehension for the unknown grows
and I have to believe
that Life is fine
even if...
my biggest losses could be falling off
the hanging line
at any moment.
Is God still my proponent?
Because the World is my opponent Today,
And sometimes,
I can't stand the fighting
and when I see people hiding
It makes my hopes so weak,
and I feel like such a freak
for trusting a woman's intuition.
But I actually like to experience the strife
After all,
It cuts to the difference in joy and pain
and forces me to hope for
All I stand to gain.
It seems, my dreams
will stand to stare me in the face;
and the finish line will cause the death
of all those things I love to feel
while chasing those things not seen
yet real.
-by emily jones, circa 2004
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