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Donnie Bowden Poem
He steps outside to ease his troubled mind. Wind grabs at his tattered cloak;
spray from the furious waves mock the firmness of his belief in safety. Feelings
alone hold him together dancing wildly from each tingling hair to those receptors
that step over his command.
Mutiny could be his downfall.
Struggling to balance emotion with pride he attempts the last stand, which he
has prepared for but for which he is truly disappointed, glory it seems has a
price. Even though the outcome is what was planned from the beginning, the
first thought that ever had been pulled out of that place which is there but not
seen.
Here everything is the same but empty except those few dreaming minds that
have the means to stay long enough to appreciate a place that is full of peace
and silence. They walk, yet they search for nothing that I could begin to
understand, and it would be impossible to try, considering all that i know.
So far it could be something that I truly appreciate, but I still have lots of
learning to accomplish, maybe someday.
Copyright © Donnie Bowden | Year Posted 2008
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Donnie Bowden Poem
You walk the lines drawn by others
You say the lines written for you
You rest your eyes when your mind tells you
You find yourself when life makes you
Your soul is grown when your honest
Your dreams are real when your sleeping
Your time is short when your counting
Your hate is gone when you love
Is your mind the way you tell it
Is your gift truly a gift
Is your space truly your own
Is your message meant for yourself
Don't dream of days you can't have
Don't tell your lies to help the sad
Don't give your soul, its not yours
Don't try so hard to make things so
Follow your thoughts it's the only way
Follow the path that only you lay
Follow your shadow its always with you
Follow your pride it will one day save you
Copyright © Donnie Bowden | Year Posted 2008
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