The Irony of Being Untitled

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    The Irony of Being Untitled
    Of the blackest black
    Of the bluest blue
    Of the rainbow of colors
    So are the doors of decision

    Wanting without wanting
    Caring without knowing
    Realizing without understanding
    As is the human mind

    Come with me on a journey
    Parallel to my life
    I'll go with you into the depths
    Depths of which cannot be measured

    Flying high, but scraping low
    Singing sweet, but tasting sour
    Playing hard, but melting soft
    I know what's paralyzing me

    So of the deepest red
    And in the soothing green
    Bite into the fruit
    That was originally forbidden

    Come with me on a journey
    I'll go with you to forever
    But when you are done
    Snap me back to my life

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    bforibus commented on The Irony of Being Untitled

    01-21-2009

    i love this poem, u are talking about the colors i love preaching about. very good write
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    JEAGLEFEATHER commented on The Irony of Being Untitled

    01-03-2009

    Not to sound redundant, but MizBlaze is right; this is a great poem. You have a great command of words, a wordsmith. I will read all of your poems over the next few days. Good writers inspire other good writers. You inspire me.
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    Plot121 commented on The Irony of Being Untitled

    12-31-2008

    This was a good poem abit more abstract then I would have figured but the work hold alot of marret. All and all a good read Robert...
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    MizBlaze commented on The Irony of Being Untitled

    11-14-2008

    These people! I don't understand how they think by looking at the ratings... This poem was absolutely lovely.
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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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