the oasis of conflict is almost dry.
no more hope of living in this desert of deceit.
fickle youth pulling my hand backward
and gray age dragging me forward.
forget my arms!
tomorrow i'll wake up in a heaven
with eyes that don't worry or weep.
you were the words i couldn't write,
but now i won't have to.
i don't need to wait for life to begin.
1.12.2008
soul expansion
posted by tim at 10:18 AM
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Ugh, SO good, Tim! It had been far too long since I was able to enjoy the wonders of a Tim Kasper poem.
So, "soul expansion" breaks the trend of your intentionally misspelled titles, yes? I like this poem a LOT, though.
The last lines of your poems, especially, are always so powerful.
("i can see the sun from anywhere")
Okay...on to "soul expression"!
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