| Jaime's Wonderful World Of Poetry |
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| Poetry is about expression. It's a form of escape for me. Time well spent to think. All my hopes, dreams, aspirations,expectations,wishes,fantasies, rants and raves finally come alive when I write. All may not be true to life, but they are possible. Sometimes it's a suprise what I read when I'm finished. Although what I adore is...finding me, myself, and I. Hopfully, just maybe you'll find yourself in one of the readings..... |
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| Something to think about... When was the last time you really looked into your father's eyes? Have you ever wondered what your mother sees? What about the things and experiances he's been through? There are the basics and the small day to day details to be called "story time". What I do know is the love a family has. When a child grows up with two parents, living together or not, love travels without stamps, without phone bills, without presents or gas. Growing up with my parents has been the best. And it always will be. If I may ask... Have you ever wondered? Wondered what life is without friends? Without the knowlegde of knowing they're there? What about the day everything changes? Have you ever? Please... wonder. The earth seems to be full. Full of terrible things. How much is full? Maybe it's one or two, or mabye one thousand or two too many. I bet not many have said the world is full. Full of wonderful things. Then again, how much is full? To some full might not be enough, but it aways is full for those terrible things. What about those who are bitter and can't remember the good times? Maybe their good times are absorbed into one and only one. Those who choose... Where is the right choice? That right choice is always found too late in time. The day it all ends... For some it could be lonliness. Maybe that was the choice you made. Others, death is the end. Ever think about how it might end? Excuses, Excuses! Don't turn the littlest things into your world's end. "Live life to the fullest". That's been said. Maybe for you it's just started to end. That's a choice one makes in an instant. An instant in that morning you wake up and just don't feel like it. Start to wonder. Start to ask. Contemplate the mysteries of life. Make sure you find YOUR purpose not the purpose of life... written in 2000 |
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| Last Updated: June 14th, 2004 |
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| NO OTHER POEMS WILL BE ADDED. ONLY SMALL CHANGES WILL BE MADE PERIODICALLY. EMAIL FOR ANY INQUIRIES. |