PoetsA Poem by Zatoichia meditation on the commonality of sense vs. the theatre of the heart, an operetta
We think in metaphors it never rains, it pours silver goblets full of pain and glory and poetry is how we write the stories of our lives; metaphor is the opera of the mind.
Therefore, you'll find exaggeration, a hesitation to settle for the unrealized potential that is the unpainted truth. It is never just youth that is lost, but hope also- oblivion.
This is the most compelling storyline told and sold and filmed and sold and told again generation after generation, amen. And yet,
wipe away the stage makeup and the truth can shine like a freshly-washed wound both higher and lower, more of everything than anything of fiction ever written. © 2008 ZatoichiFeatured Review
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Added on July 10, 2008Last Updated on July 23, 2008 AuthorZatoichiLaguna Niguel, CAAboutborn under a full moon in the middle of the day on a foggy bank of the Mississippi River. Nihongo o hanashimasu ka? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDSYG8ILKB0 Lip Dub - Flagpole Sitta b.. more..Writing
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