No words, No poem
No poem, No Words
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[ I have only a couple of poems I have written. Yet I know from where they come from. An experience and a feeling I want to share. It begins in the heart, moves to words, then the words can recreate the experience and hopefully the heart of the poet. Painting is sometimes referred to as a colorful poem. These I have to many to count. Often the response to my painting is "I feel happy when I look at it!" As a person with many long bouts of depression in my life, I was amazed to know my true heart was being seen and felt.}
No lily, no sunlight
No sunlight, no colors
No colors, no sun
No sun, no moonlight
No moonlight, no darkness
No darkness, no light
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No tears, no joy
No joy, no peace
No peace, no faith
No faith, no forgiveness
No forgiveness, no repentance
No repentance, no crucifixion
No crucifixion, no resurrection
No resurrection, no Jesus
No Jesus, No God
No God, no compassion
No compassion, no Love
No LOVE, No GOD
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No free will, no crime
No crime, no Justice
No justice for all, no equality for all
No equality for all, no democracy
no democracy, no freedom
No freedom, no expression
No expression, no Art
No Art, no enlightenment
No enlightenment, no responsibility
No ability to respond, no humanity
No humanity, no suffering
No suffering, no humanity.
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no blog, no readers
no readers, no blog
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