Pictorial Definitions

Pictorial Definitions.

My life is a pickle each daily slice
tangy and sweet
but sometimes it can turn 
suddenly sour..... puckering up my lips
and my heart.

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Drawn from where fate
preserves all sorrows
in the jar of 
bitter circumstances,
nevertheless I savor the 
flavour of both
while breathing in
all the monotonous tasteless 
breaths that stretch before me.

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Love is a steamroller
bringing all that is

seperate tightly together
smoothing out all the bumps
and the pitfalls
in the road of life.

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Merging two lanes 
that will travel together
side by side
down joyous paths.

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Love rolls over you
erasing all doubt 
that stands in its way
leaving a steaming
expanse of warmth 
behind it. 
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Death is an exclamation point,
a period that lies under
a large vertical marker,
much in the same way 
that you will lie 
under a large vertical
marker over the period
that marks the end
of your sentence
in this life, 
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Birth is a portal
a doorway of flesh
opened only a few centimeters
allowing you to squeeze out
then it closes behind you forevermore.

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It is the only door
you can never re-enter
yet it clings to you upon your leaving
with a long cord to sustain you
until it too is severed. 
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Courage is honorable insanity
driven by adrenaline and impulse.

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The mind ignores all normal hesitations
and jumps headlong into the improbable
the impossible...without any thought
of self preservation.

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A form of attempted suicide
with a twist,
for if you live you will be 
looked upon with favour
and if you die

you will be revered.

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Peace is the total abscence of fear
thus the impossibility of achieving it
in this life looms large
for who is without fear?

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Poetry is a rollercoaster
where on you ride the peaks 
and the valleys
of your emotions.

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It's a ride shared with others
some enjoy the trip 
flinging their arms up in delight,
while others fail to grasp clinging
fearfully to each page, 
afraid of misinterperting your thoughts.

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Sometimes a poems words come fast
rushing down in a long sweeping flow,
othertimes they go clickety-clack
clickety clack up a dreaded 
hill of uncertianity.

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But at the end of each ride
you rush back 
to jump in on some more lines
and take the thrill 
of riding/writing the tracks over
the pages again.

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