This Poem was Submitted By: Gene Dixon On Date: 2002-05-15 22:24:39 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Thoughts in Random Ridicule

Don't you think that now is the time to open your eyes to the day? You've been living in white shades of rhyme while claiming there's nothing to say. Your sunbeams just happen to fall on the shoulders of those who might call out your name as you stand in the hall deciding how much you should pay. Does it ever occur much to those who are sure they are winning the game that there's always a thorn for each rose though the cost is never the same. Unaware that they ridicule thought while claiming they've never been bought; their names have never been sought as they dance in the shadow of fame. While standing on separate stairs you can see what your neighbor might miss but your soul carries on its repairs and offers a cheek for a kiss. You come and you go quite at ease, seeking the sinner to please, while pleasure and pain never cease, both bringing immeasurable bliss. Inside of each curious mind is a key that opens all doors and a place both before and behind all the vacuums that nature abhors. We must sigh many sighs to survive the conflicts of being alive. We must leave before we can arrive at belief in what no one assures.

Copyright © May 2002 Gene Dixon


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