| Poetry Of Passion
Where passion lives and
passion grows,
A poem is in the making,
But even though I have these thoughts,
It's quite an undertaking.
I spread them out in
front of me,
But what is it they're asking?,
I try to say what's in my heart,
What feelings am I masking?
The things I say can
often hurt,
And leave the reader bleeding,
While others try to understand,
The message in the reading.
And sometimes as I
write the words,
I know not what I'm saying,
Yet others read and understand,
The feelings I'm conveying.
As passion lives and
passion grows,
I'll ever keep on writing,
To share my heart with those who read,
Is rather quite exciting.
-David
Pekrul-
Communication
Vibrations in space,
Voices whispering sweet sounds,
Communication.
-David Pekrul-
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Words
Words.....
ever-changing,
fluidly spilling out feelings of
rage, love, solitude, pity, remorse,
invoking images of
light and dark,
height and depth,
space and infinity,
demanding responsibility;
for a word spoken cannot be retrieved;
it lies where it falls
and continues to fuel the images
and feelings first imparted.
-David
Pekrul-
Pictures In My Mind
I see my thoughts as pictures,
yet try to explain them in words, limited by a set of rules,
bound and strangled by nouns, adjectives and verbs.
I feel emotions as intense waves bombarding my psyche,
and weights upon my soul,
yet try to express them with symbolic patterns on paper.
I live in a world of abstracts; feelings; sensations; moods;
unable to say what is in my thoughts and being,
as words alone are not enough.
-David Pekrul-
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