A poem has its own poetic language. Do you speak the language of the soul?
What a man knows not, he to use requires, And what he knows, he cannot use for good. Faust




Let's put the record straight



I learned what you didn’t taught me

I taught you what you didn’t learn:

that there is nothing you ought to be.
.
You thought you knew the answers
you also knew how to make “me” burn
.
Because you knew
what I’ve expressed not what I felt
.
You painted a picture & hung it askew
.
You now knew that you caught me off guard
But didn’t you know that you don’t know
how to be me?
¤
I
am not
what you
measure your value with
¤
I ‘ll give you two lines to take with you
in your journey of self – discovery
in your journey of self – hunger
in your journey of self  - starvation:


“You can't control what you can't measure.”
A self - consuming fire doesn’t consume itself
The chemical symbol of gold is AU

Ma-kāra

 

 

 

 

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Written on 2012-02-05 at 14:01

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