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Who Are You

Who are you!!! it doesn’t matter as you will be judged not by who you are but by the perceptions of “who – they think - you are”. Oh, I know, you don’t judge - you evaluate my look, my posture, the tilt of my head the whiteness of my teeth, the “cut of my jib” filter all that I say through the detritus of your mind, your experiences, your standards of excellence – or fraud. My background will sway your interpretation of all I do, or say. “Well, what can you expect from someone from such meager beginnings?” Opinions will be tested for malleability, beliefs will be rubbed against your “touch-stone” the efficacy of my prayers measured against your icons. So, all I can tell you is that I – am me – warts and all a highly evolved spiritual being sailing through life, seeking the serenity of the sea’s welcome. I am an instrument guided by the hand of creation slicing through the crust of fear, softening hardened hearts, whispering to the wind that “we are at peace”. If you must ask “Who Are You?” perhaps you may benefit from gazing into a clear pool, smiling at the reflection, asking yourself: “Who - Am I?” N/A contest finalized 4/7/16 poem written on 4/2/2016

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Date: 5/4/2016 9:24:00 AM
Hi John, Congratulations on your win in the contest....Mike.
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John Lawless
Date: 5/4/2016 10:30:00 AM
Thanks Mike, it often pays off to ask a second girl to dance.
Date: 5/3/2016 8:34:00 PM
John, Congrats on your placement in the contest :)-luloo
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John Lawless
Date: 5/4/2016 10:28:00 AM
Well, I'm still not sure "Who I Am" but at least I got another look.
Date: 4/2/2016 4:05:00 PM
wow! You said a mouthful with this one!! Very well written.
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Date: 4/5/2016 9:29:00 AM
Andrea, I kinda flashed on the scene in the "Predator" movie when Arnold asks the dying alien "What the f... are you?" and the alien replies quizzically "What...the....f.....are you?" And then the muse took off.

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