Lost I Am Poems

It’s hard for me to differentiate between Truth and lies.. it was hard to come to terms with the facts 
But right now, the fact...

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I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic,...

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In my reveries, I am a monk in the temple of love from the books written with shadows,
Sailing through the endless pages, I let myself...

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"The Conversation: I Found God, so now what?"



the ugliest thing happened here today,

I could turn away and write of unicorns
but I’ll write about beauty found...

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I am a blue sock.
I'm the bluest sock there ever was.
There never was a bluer sock, because
I lost my loving partner by the lint-screen fuzz.

We...

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Am I good enough?
I climb and climb in hopes to reach the top,
I climb and climb to reach everything I'm not.
But every time I get...

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I am         

I am man
I am nature
I am of life and of death,

I am lesser
I am greater
I...

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You greet me like you know me
I don't think you do
I don't recognise myself
and I sure do not remember you
I can see you, but I...

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I am done
I have not been victorious. I have not won
I am done 
I can't get people to like me. No, not one
I am done
My...

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If it's TRUTH you are looking for,
you must look deeper than your core.
And when you have touched base there,
don't be distracted and start to stare.

There's...

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Beautiful Blue Butterfly 

In life we go through changes and we all start out as an egg, later down the line we grown into a...

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I am a rock like all the others
We look alike, we could be brothers
I blended in, I am not rare
Another stone without a care

A kid...

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I am a feather in the wind;  
neither lost nor aimless, simply drifting.

I am a constant flowing river...
I walk with feet of clay; a...

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"You will have bad times but I will always wake you up to the good times that you weren't paying attention to"   ...

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The drums...
The cheering...
The singing...
The dancing...

I tire of it all.
I may be Pagliaccio, 
But without the paint and powder...
I am a man.

I am not even Canio...
That...

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