Rai's Poetry

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Thursday, November 1, 2007

The Truth of It

Have you ever wondered why truth seems like fanciful lie? Have you ever wondered why it is wrong to wonder why? So Have I The truth of it is the truth is scarier than the lie The truth of it is you are supposed to believe the lie If you don’t wonder then you are fooled If you don’t inquire how do... Sign in to see full entry.

The Pit

Down here everything is bleak Down here the dawn is dusk and the morn is night How does one survive the pit? Down here everyone clambers for the surface Down here no one is friend or enemy How does one survive the pit? Down here there are things that are beyond imagining Down here the truth is lie... Sign in to see full entry.

The Fire

The fire is so hot that it cools my soul Soothing my being and making me whole The fire is so hot that lie cannot hide within It enters in, looking for refuge, and is expelled by something deep within The fire is so hot my mind rests in peace Knowing that danger will never reach This fire burns so... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Somethng for a friend

The sun rose today and I finally began to see The sky was blue The grass was green The flowers such colorful things I could not believe the beauty about me I had walked here, ran there, and jogged in between and still the beauty had eluded me You see I was caught up in this thing I was blinded by my... Sign in to see full entry.

A little something from the past still relevant today

How Incomplete I Am How incomplete Filled with holes and misunderstandings Unable to see passed the measured the familiar How incomplete This road has been dusty This road has been a bit bleak There have been trials There have been lessons learned And still I walk upon it incomplete How incomplete I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Words from the mind of RaeRai. They are sometimes complex sometimes simple sometimes nonsense. They are always unique and memorable. Left to the interpretation of the reader they may inspire, confuse, or anger. Poetry art for the mind that stimulates and evokes ... some of everything.