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A heated haven of memories

Hidden in the caverns of my mind

Recessed yet revealed through

Every thought and action combined.

An ember glows in secret slumber

A spark of relentless hope

A thread of distant, unknown fabric

That unravels as I grope.

In a world defined by my perception

I see only that which I desire

So my world is filled with self deception

My finely built but false empire.

We sit in our towers and watch each other

Through bulletproof windows and walls

Spying and watching and waiting to see

Which tower crumbles first and who falls.

My house lasted longer, a week or a day

It must mean I'm superior, yes?

I'm bigger, I'm faster, I'm smarter than you

If there's a winner I'm more and you're less.

How many of us play this game in our heads

Thinking we must play the game?

Thinking we must play or else lose the fight

And looking for someone to blame.

A prison is what we've created, no more

And we locked ourselves in with the key

We with our thoughts and our actions must learn

How to finally set ourselves free.

Thank you for the encouragement. I have copywrited a number of them and am hoping to compile a book. I am also trying to publish some children's poems. Not too easy to connect with publishers as they are so inundated with submissions.

Hello Coan, whenever you publish a book of poems, you have yourself one buyer already (me). Keep up the good effort.

Koan, outstanding. Truly expressive and perceptual.

I've written alot of poetry, but have not seemed inspried lately. This forum may help me get back in touch. Thank you, Bullet

You're right bullet, the more you read other people's poems the more likely the inspiration would be ignited like a spark.

I find I go through sometimes long periods of not writing then when it starts again it is even better. I am getting tons of encouragement here. Maybe it's time to start compiling. Thing is, when my new poems are better I don't want to print the old ones.

I've experienced that with my earlier poems too, but you can always give them (the old poems) additional finishing touches. As far as i am concerned, no poem is completely finished untill it is published and fully copyrighted.