"The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name."
-William Shakespeare

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Aware

The awareness of pursuing love.
It brings my soul to bare
The things of which I never speak,
Of which I'm not aware
Within the forefront of my mind,
Or in the shallow heart.
The brokenness on which the devil dare not make a mark.
For if the soul may come awake to suffering inside,
It will not suffer silently, but will be called to life.
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