To be in solitude is perfectly fine.
I share my daily thoughts through a blogging shrine.
To lead a simple life is on borrowed times.
My blogs, dreams and poems are hidden in rhymes.
There is nothing to hide except my own Truth.
My lonely mind is like an imprisoned youth.
Freedom of expression is a gift with wings.
People are unique and perfect in all things.
Interconnectedness provides a good link.
Storytellers share how they feel and think.
To be in solitude is perfectly fine.
I share my daily thoughts through a blogging shrine.
To lead a simple life is on borrowed times.
My blogs, dreams and poems are hidden in rhymes.
Living simple differs from simply living —
To laugh, love, forget but always forgiving.
Blogging from the spectacular to mundane
Keep the bored alive and from going insane.
Dreams seem real from the subconscious mind state.
Some foretell good or bad as predictive fate.
Poetry is meant for the creative souls —
Who artfully weave words of rhythmic life’s goals.
To be in solitude is perfectly fine.
I share my daily thoughts through a blogging shrine.
There is nothing to hide except my own Truth.
My lonely mind is like an imprisoned youth.
Some choose a lone path for life placed on the shelf.
Be truly free, not alone, and by yourself
And like a child, fresh, innocence untainted
or your own friend with commonsense acquainted.
Learn to love who you are on the inside, too.
Accept the differences through your worldwide view.
Maybe when you are ready to understand
you will display your strength with a helping hand.
To be in solitude is perfectly fine.
I share my daily thoughts through a blogging shrine.
A Licentia poem of three, twelve-lined stanzas with eleven syllables in monorhyme per ‘couplet’.
Combined from three unfinished poems:
20070629-Anti Social
20070630-Borrowed Times
20070705-Poetry Imprisoned
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