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Whitley Fields Poem
Burning fire,
And solid rock,
Gas fuming,
Shooting and so hot,
Twinkling, I'm not.
I'm bursting flames,
of high degrees,
Moving clouds of methane,
And cold breeze.
Bluer that Earth's cloudless skies,
Questionable living,
And countless why's.
Theories,
And wonders of my atmosphere,
Millions and billions of years,
Hundreds and thousands of orbits I've witnessed,
Like wood rings of living oak,
My burning gases,
That'll never smoke,
I AM UNIVERSE!
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Whitley Fields Poem
self,
Don't back down,
swinging and fighting,
is not the only way to go down.
disregard the hurt,
and look for love,
it's hard to know,
that you can find someone to truly love.
you've tried so many times before,
but is this so bad,
you've given up,
and that's why you're mad.
you should change,
which takes some time,
evaluate the inside,
and forget the mind.
don't you remember,
that you are all that you have,
no one will love you,
the way that you have,
please give it some thought,
before you give up,
this is your fortune,
Not just your luck.
love Whitley R. Fields
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Whitley Fields Poem
Sit high,
Feel low,
Stars of dust,
That's how I know.
I have confirmation,
Of my form that is,
Now sit back,
And observe me live.
My money is breathle$$,
My wage is short,
But my emotion is torn,
And my throne is half court.
See,
You may not understand,
If you don't know your surroundings,
This is my land, and this is your land.
I've changed lives,
And hung on,
Wow,
Is what they should call me, from now on.
Can't poverty and disgust,
Replace your value,
Or is your mind,
Unable to tell how to,
Jump boundaries,
from half court,
Rule a nation,
And still love them without their support.
It's the strength in our numbers,
Cash in our name,
The love of our talents,
And the power within chains.
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Whitley Fields Poem
I thought that i forgot what I should should do with this,
I want to be able to use it,
I want to be able to explore it...
taste it,
feel it,
change it,
twist it,
turn it.
But first I have to find out what it is,
Is it worth it,
Do I still have the ability to?
Can it satisfy me?
I'm sure I can,
Does the magnitude of self-esteem show on the outside?,
Is change so translucent that I've missed the mark?
How can I determine the in-evident?
Should I ponder on the strange and awkward moments?
How does philosophy underestimate questions?
Some things are not as evident as they seem right?
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