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The pleasures of life

Death is unknown
Life is the mystery
On the path
Through my own history

I was born
As a positive spark
But alone the way
In came the negative dark

Lost in a world
Without a guiding light
My heart became hard
To withstand the fight

Mists of hate
Clouded my mind
I could not hear or see
Those that would be kind

The opaque screen
Which was my life
Kept my thoughts
In constant strife

The voices
That I heard
Was the fog in my head
Running like a wild herd

To my surprise
Life was as clear
As a babbling brook
Gone was fright and fear

I finally found
The precious treasure
Of peace inside my heart
Giving me great pleasure

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But WTF are you not replying to my PMs?

cheers,
Jess
Neopoet Directors

If you read other blogs I have left here you would know that i'm not around so much because of work. you have my email. that's the way to get in touch with me. So if you're upset it's your own doing. every now and again read the blogs. there is at time info about what a person is doing.
So WTF do you want.

Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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must have missed that blog, mostly do read them.. Sorry to hear it. Never mind about the PMs then.

Good poem.

cheers,
Jess
Neopoet Directors

no problem, I'm trying to get to the point with work that I don't need to put of of me into it. I need to get back to writing.

Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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