CONVERSATION
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Hello to you...
And hello to me.
Tell me, what do you see?
Do the birds sing and chirp gracefully?
Can we believe effortlessly?
Are we souls inarguably?
Words of thought, my heart I fought.
A little too real.
A little too concealed.
Do we breathe, or do we live?
Do we receive, or do we give?
Are we brash, or are we perceptive?
Are we the defence, or...the plaintiff?
Questions or queries.
Thoughts or ideas.
Roads or highways.
Sky or Space.
God or Creator.
Who can explain?
            Who can ascertain?
              Reel insensibly.
                            Deal incessantly.
                                    Kneel forgivingly.
Embarking on a Journey into the deep.
       A Journey into the dark.
            Into the forest of rain...
                 into the forest of sun.
                    Forever and forever,
                      we try to run.

                     Towards a path to the unknown?
               Towards a road where the light has shone?
                     Towards a journey to our peak.
              A Journey whose treasure we will keep.
                            And whose diamonds
                                       We will reap.

                                    Inanimate pain.
                                    Inglorious gain.
                                      Insecure thus
                                          we slain.
I wrote this poem on June 23, 2000.   On that day, I became tangled in a fairly heated argument with my mom.  Right now, I can only feel the sting of remorse... because I never really was arguing a point, I was arguing for the sake of being snappy and arrogant.  It was an overpowering force that took over my senses and...honestly, I can't accept now, the words that came out of me.  And I believe it hurt her feelings.
   Thus, in an attempt to explain my actions, I started writing down the emotions that were flurrying in my mind...otherwise I would not be able to keep control of them.  I wrote a poem questioning myself, and the world in which I live.  All I could think about were the virtues of society... the essence of Life... the nature of mankind.  I wanted to re-evaluate the person I was, and I wanted to question  just who was I to doubt my own mother for her support and knowledge.   And so I Iet my thoughts go... and hopefully, it provides you a glimpse into my feelings at the time.
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