Self, the MysteryA Poem by Alfred Kukitzwho are youSelf, the mystery Thoughts of murder rarely enter your mind Injury, suicide, mass killings all seem foreign You find a lilac, the scent offers you a moment in beauty's kiss. Yet, everything lives in you, swims around in a Black Sea of potential, waiting for the depths to grab you, suck you down into the low life of destitute's hole but you stay firm, the lilac transcending reality, as the poetry of life guides the way. I am of soul & skin A heart beats within my name I shall call respect the wishes of all who call Entertain secrets of life's loving chain My whispers reach the rings of Saturn I am man, I am women, I am the mystery of self living inside of me © 2016 Alfred KukitzReviews
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10 Reviews Added on August 13, 2016 Last Updated on August 13, 2016 AuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more.. |

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