I Am a PoetA Poem by I Cast a Shadow
It's who I am; not I have become
I was this way since I saw the day I see the world all in forever deep prints It moves around me with colors and textures They're noted as symbols all in my brain
I assign to them emotions and draw from the pain The pain of toil in a weary world. Flora and fauna, passion, and a woman. Experience focused and poorly imitated with words Of colors and textures making moving pictures in mind The world comes from me; I create it, you see Everything that is and all that will be Until I am nothing but unconscious inanimance All dead and not on this plane anymore Perhaps not anywhere. But my words will live on as my only testament What it was to be me if only for an instant To see the world from these eyes and know me from inside; But you can't. You'll interpret it and make it your vision; not mine My visions are mine and my thoughts are mine too I find it lonely here, sometimes. . . Sometimes. I'll try to share my feelings with you if I can If you'll permit and accept from my hand. Some come with laughter and some come with sadness Others are ponders that in short lead to gladness. My words are my brains, blood, and tears spilt out. The only thing I have that I have little doubt. I am a rose; A fountain; A man. And I am a poet if you understand. © 2012 I Cast a ShadowReviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 21, 2012 Last Updated on November 21, 2012 AuthorI Cast a ShadowPortland, ORAboutI read classics, science fiction, philosophy, and very little fantasy. I am inspired by Taoism and other Eastern philosophy, anarchy, new concepts, my ancestry, my muse, her family, my own family, .. more.. |

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