This Poem was Submitted By: Mario A Zambrano On Date: 2000-11-01 11:39:38 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Mind's Eye's Jukebox

                         Is it jealousy? Is it a good cry?                                                                     Is it a bad day.?        Is it selfishness?               Is it an empty shell?                                                     Is it an open wound?      Is it tired feet?                   Is it arrogance?                                                         Is it Winter?  Is it   people?            Perfection is an illusive testimony                    that engages the mind in a battle of senses.                  Between the heart and mind     Is it       things are gathered and misrepresented       a       to conclude      sweet      a bitter testimony of natural human behavior.    berry?       Sensations of raw material               lay among precious things               that we are all able to discover           Is it  Is              in our own beings.                            a bedtime  it             The power of genuine laughter                     puppy?  a game            will always shatter  of              the glass mask of perfection.  chess?             I am a soldier of faith and testimony,               only to engage myself                within the sensations that are human.             Is it       Is         I salute to the army that fights perfection       between       it        and gratify the strength                          headphones?     sexual?          that presents clarity to the confusion.                 May all soldiers               on my landscape of humble opinion    Is            hold hands to the energy                   Is it dirty?      it             and beauty      glamour?         of natural human existence.                                                           Is it a walk?   Is it a snow?                                    Is it a drug?                                                    Is it a cigarrete?           Is it a bath?            Is it murder?      Is it a concious choice?    Is it spirituality?   Is it him?                                         Is it me?                                                  Is it finding                                                      something?              Is it finding me?                    Is it feeling?                                  Is it nothing?                                               Is it a pale sky?         Is it windchimes?

Copyright © November 2000 Mario A Zambrano


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