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Craze
My mind is a crazy maze
Sometimes I see where I am going
But most of the time I am lost
In this crazy maze
Of being here but not all there
and being there
without being here
This crazy maze
never cease to amaze
its such amazingly crazy
This mazey maze
whose creator
must have amazed
the most amazing minds
that chose to remain
un-named
the Maze craze.
The mind...an amazing
creation.
Published 5th May 2012
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5th May 2012 2:32am
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Anonymous
5th May 2012 2:57am
I love this...you write so beautifully
Maybe we can make you POET LAUREATE
Be well
Peace
Kitty
Maybe we can make you POET LAUREATE
Be well
Peace
Kitty
7th May 2012 2:32pm
5th May 2012 3:57pm
im crazed in a maze
that leaves my mind in a daze
its a lifetime phase
where thoughts do more than just graze
maybe its how i was raised
maybe its the clouds from the haze
maybe its the fire from inspirations blaze
but whatever the reason each day i find new ways....
that leaves my mind in a daze
its a lifetime phase
where thoughts do more than just graze
maybe its how i was raised
maybe its the clouds from the haze
maybe its the fire from inspirations blaze
but whatever the reason each day i find new ways....
7th May 2012 2:33pm
Haha! Thanks Goodest...don't get into the maze...!! Thanks for reading and commenting....
5th May 2012 6:11pm
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5th May 2012 9:10pm
7th May 2012 2:34pm
Haha!! You got that right! Crazy Gracey...Thanks for reading and commenting, Paul.
6th May 2012 2:00pm
It is all like a picture in motion.
The impermanence of things. Through the eyes of a wild-eyed poet.
Carpe Diem?
Vanity (Ungaretti)
Suddenly
the limpid stupor
of the immensity towers
above the debris
And the man bent over the water
surprised by the sun
discovers a shadow
Wafting in pieces and
gently
floating away
The impermanence of things. Through the eyes of a wild-eyed poet.
Carpe Diem?
Vanity (Ungaretti)
Suddenly
the limpid stupor
of the immensity towers
above the debris
And the man bent over the water
surprised by the sun
discovers a shadow
Wafting in pieces and
gently
floating away
7th May 2012 2:37pm
You got it right Luca. A chase in the maze, nothing there but gossamer shadows of a Minotaur, to run or to face ... to quietly fade and hide...the mind is a strong vessel, Luca. Indeed. Thank you for reading and commenting.
