Baker
Bluelighter
The labyrinth of thought
Excavating these burrows
Finding unknown tunnels
Pathways into past days
As I lose my current state
I buy time through revival,
Of hidden dark chambers
As I feel the walls in darkness
In the light of memory’s haze
As I forget to progress forward
By living spontaneously
I learn to forget retrospectively
How to thrive automatically.
My soul learns much, by living free
As I dig the coal from my memory
To burn the fires of tomorrow
And live without any sorrow.
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thought i'd include another poem, for those who'd like to read more
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The destiny of a teardrop
The drop of water glides so effortlessly from the sky
Guided by the wind like wings in the air it flies
Like a pre-planned flight path it finds its target
Splashing on my forehead and lighting up my heart
Like an explosion my blood pumps energy
Now nourished from my dry state filling the hole in me
One drop is so profound it opens my mind
To invigorate my soul and travel down my spine
It is you who have come to cool my hot energy
And create equilibrium between us respectively
The right balance of chaos and order into order and chaos
Have calmed the fires that melted the ice
We are like two elements thriving off each other
Like the warm scorpion of the land and the cool crab of the water
We exchange our powers and inspire like lovers
Like a mother and a father, We are like brothers.
Excavating these burrows
Finding unknown tunnels
Pathways into past days
As I lose my current state
I buy time through revival,
Of hidden dark chambers
As I feel the walls in darkness
In the light of memory’s haze
As I forget to progress forward
By living spontaneously
I learn to forget retrospectively
How to thrive automatically.
My soul learns much, by living free
As I dig the coal from my memory
To burn the fires of tomorrow
And live without any sorrow.
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thought i'd include another poem, for those who'd like to read more
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The destiny of a teardrop
The drop of water glides so effortlessly from the sky
Guided by the wind like wings in the air it flies
Like a pre-planned flight path it finds its target
Splashing on my forehead and lighting up my heart
Like an explosion my blood pumps energy
Now nourished from my dry state filling the hole in me
One drop is so profound it opens my mind
To invigorate my soul and travel down my spine
It is you who have come to cool my hot energy
And create equilibrium between us respectively
The right balance of chaos and order into order and chaos
Have calmed the fires that melted the ice
We are like two elements thriving off each other
Like the warm scorpion of the land and the cool crab of the water
We exchange our powers and inspire like lovers
Like a mother and a father, We are like brothers.
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It conveys the mind of an introspective poet. I always thought there are 3 kinds of poets. The one who looks outside, the one who looks inside. And the one who looks inside through the outside. 
