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Heaven's Words ~~ a poet on the edge

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Heaven's Words ~
from the tips of pencils words are created

~+~+~+~My Rules~+~+~+~
I play by my rules
I set these bylaws for myself a long time ago
I tried playing with the regulations that 'man' gave me
I attempted playing the game
I learned that I cannot play a man's game
in a man's world
with a man's set of guidelines.
so, I made up my own standards.
I walk my own path.
I toss out my dice, and i take my moves
if you dont like my canons
dont play on my board
if you dont like my board
dont play in my heart
if you dont like my heart
then what the hell you doing here?

My poems are my thoughts, my feelings, my words, my ideas, my memories... mostly i hope what people will see when they read them, is the passion, the compassion, the power, and the weakness.  Most poetry is rhyme and reason, but on occasion, it's neither.... it's what makes you think, react to even if it's anger.  Reaction is thinking and thinking makes our tomorrow, our yesterday and our today the reason we are living.  Since I have so many other poems and new poems on my other site, rather than trying to install them into this format, please just use this link...

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As I look back on some of my works, I can now see why people said I was raging, or ranting, or simply mad.  But, isn't anger passion, and doesn't one have to get through the thorns before they can smell the roses.  Growth isn't an easy path, nor is allowing one's emotions to be freed after 42 years of life.  But in the end, it IS growth; it is the blooming of the rose; it is the opening of one's soul to the world.  Thank You for allowing my soul to live in Your world, for just a moment of time.