Just That Archaic Poet Poet Rhyme

Becoming Aware

Oh, thy words torment my Brain,
And fill my Mind with foul disdain
Vexing me and causing pain-
Reap of nothing, the seeds I've lain

Forbidden Fruit, of which I partake,
Unconscious of my grave mistake
And thus the Truth doth sadly shake
My Mind into Eternal Wake

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Allan Koven August 22, 2013 at 1:28 PM Again in rhyme you tell what emotions rule your heart and what thoughts trouble your soul. Each and every one is a longer story written in shorthand. Just That Archaic Poet August 22, 2013 at 4:49 PM Your reply has touched my taxed soul, Richard. Thank you :)

Pace Ink-U-Script August 21, 2013 at 1:56 PM This is powerfully written...I love it!! Its very important to watch what type of seeds we lay down. Just That Archaic Poet August 21, 2013 at 2:31 PM Very true. Thanks for the read and review, and I appreciate the kind words :)