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Jaime Mcginnis Poem
I picture myself flying
past the city limits
floating off into oblivion
with nothing but clarity ahead
I am Free.
Sitting here with my imagination
running off like a black stallion
thinking about what my hand would look like
painted in wild, exotic colors
I am Dreaming.
The world is so strange
how did we get to this strange point
has evolution gone astray
or is this the way the world is meant to be
I can See.
To learn to question is to learn to think
for we chose our own path
do not follow the imprudent way
for something greater awaits you
I am Learning.
Copyright © Jaime Mcginnis | Year Posted 2005
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Jaime Mcginnis Poem
Death be not proud, for your hold over me
is not withstanding, and your grip is weak.
You’ll not have my soul, though my body is already yours.
I shall keep with me all that makes me absolute.
Sickness and death shall recede from me
and all that will be left is the greatness that once lived.
Death is not the final destination, but the beginning
of a new road less traveled by others.
My journey is not at an end, only at an impasse.
I will continue onto the next journey that awaits me.
And as for Death, it shall to me be but an inconvenience,
and nothing more. For Death will not be feared by me.
Death is nothing but a notion amplified by the insane.
An illusion told to bad children to make them behave.
Copyright © Jaime Mcginnis | Year Posted 2005
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