My sights

My sights

A Poem by TheSearcher

What I say is what I make. 
What I do is how I act. 
Action and Reaction will always contact. 
 We live in a world where curiosity makes mystery. 
Mystery leads to discover.
Discovery opens doors. 
Opened doors leads to more paths. 
More paths gives more choices. 
Choices are part of the makings.
The makings are past, present, future.
Each one is relevant at the same time irrelevant. 
Nature is balance.
Night and Day. 
Sky and Earth Fire and Water. 
Always with a partner, never made by one. 
But did God made us by his own? 
Or made with the Devil? 
Two forces. 
With power opposing one another yet relevant with the other. 
Two halves make a whole. 
A whole is the finishing end. 
But a circle has no ends. 
It makes, it grows, it withers, it breaks, it remakes and continues. 
Unless a force stops or interrupts, it will never end. 

 -TheSearcher

© 2014 TheSearcher


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I love this poem and love that your name is The Searcher. awesome.

Posted 11 Years Ago


TheSearcher

11 Years Ago

THNK You Mademoisle
I never really looked at it like that before and the "or made with the devil?" interesting theory for sure.....

Posted 11 Years Ago


Justin

11 Years Ago

what if god and satan created us together that is interesting
TheSearcher

11 Years Ago

Hey there are things in this world that stayed a mystery, waiting for discovery. But sometimes thing.. read more
Justin

11 Years Ago

Oh well I want chaos

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Added on April 21, 2014
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TheSearcher
TheSearcher

Quezon, NCR



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