"Whatever is dead, whether it is a dead body, mind, heart, or soul; recollection and realization can raise the dead. That alone is the epiphany of a new beginning." -Robert Warren
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Fellow readers I am having a special on this blog. Right here, and right now. I am trying something different for this time only. It is very unlikely you will see another post like this. My goal is to reach peoples minds through this and make people have a "wow..." sort of moment. Nevertheless, I realize that this is not going to reach everyone the same way. Hence, the style change for this special on my blog. Thank you for reading and I hope that this will blow your mind.
How this is different: I included both a piece and a description for the three poems. Elaborating on concepts that may seem elusive at first. Expanding on the ideals behind the poems I am hoping to catch the depth in peoples minds. Please +1 this is you really enjoyed it, share, comment or follow. Remember, it is the readers that writers live for.
Written below is three pieces. Enjoy:
PIECE:
Treated With Sugar
Sweet life which we breathe
Is sugars rush from asthma wheeze?
Chocolate treats in good of life
Omits some of dental strife
Candy coating of what people see
Candy cane twist of mystery
Gummy centers are inside
Of the sour that some seem to hide
Puckered face and a thirst quench
Sugar rush in just a pinch
Flavor burst in just a chew
How would candy describe you?
DESCRIPTION:
"Treated With Sugar" is a poem by Robert Warren. It is the story of how life can be both tasteful and bitter. Examining how people see both the best in life or sometimes the worst. This is a true example of how the mind can affect reality. Even the air we breathe. The way we take air in and release it affects other people. It is the air that causes both tension and relaxation. It is an energy from the force which is the human being. The human being is both sweet and sour. Many flavors and tastes, is there ever a way to make a candy close to perfect? Now what if that candy is a human being? Now what if that human being is you? -Robert Warren
PIECE:
A New Day
Sitting here typing to all whom may read
Everything that their life may need
A life full of needs is selfish in fact
It's about learning to give back
Sitting here is you a stranger all alone
May need people to fill hearts home
Reaching out fills the empty heart
It keeps society from tearing apart
Reach out call to others to learn
It takes communication to make words turn
Turn, turn the wheel of you
Make the wheel turned by two
Pour out hearts water to spin the wheel
Of how people really feel
Flood the scene and walk away
With a new flood brings a new day
DESCRIPTION:
"A New Day" is a poem by Robert Warren. Looking at what it means to give. It starts with realizing that no matter who you are that at some point you have taken from the world. It is a poem not focusing on the sorrow of taking but rather on the meaning of giving. It is a poem making you realize that everyone is alone until they choose not to be. Going from being inside to being outside is all a choice. You can tell a blind man that they can`t see, but they may tell you the mind can see far beyond that of any set of eyeballs. The act of being alone is done through emptiness. When you go towards communities of people, friends, family, whatever, it takes words to truly bond. Interacting takes at least two people. Collaboration changes people when a group decides to interact. The change may be small but that is until you really understand the individuals. Sometimes people may fall way down, but it takes falling way down to be able to be picked way up. -Robert Warren
PIECE:
Dynamite
Blow, blow, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Explosion which looks like sun
Blown temper up and gone
Unable to belong
Come here, Come here said the water spout
And it blew water to temper it out
The fire was out and it could not blow
Because water made sure it so
Water was boiling and about to heat
When air began to seek
With the swoosh to save the rook
Saved the water from the cook
Eat said the cook to the people he speak
Enjoy your food to make you weak
But the evil cook was all wrong
It was the food making people strong
Lighting that spark that blew peoples mind
How could fired up people be so kind
The fired up people were set to cast
Memories in others that could last
Memory lane can you recall
How the dynamite started it all?
The fire that blew up was unkind
But it had some things on its mind
The water that put it out began to broil
To rid the heat of turmoil
The cool air saved the rook
From the sins that is the cook
When eating, people actually got strong
Fire became right from an evil wrong
Memory now do you recall
How the dynamite started it all?
DESCRIPTION:
"Dynamite" is a poem by Robert Warren. Exploding from the get go; this piece examines how fire was the cause of all misery. Coming from an explosive temper this dynamite is ticking out of place because of the fire that lit it. This personified fire ideology is looked at to see how out of place a fire can be before something good can come of it. This fire goes from being this bad thing to something that was actually quite empowering. Looking at how watching out after one another makes a difference this piece eloquently is meant to demonstrate how good things can be from the things seeming bad or wrong in life. It is a way to study oneself on an idea of am I doing the right thing? Then begs the question, are the people around you doing the right thing and can you help them in achieving the right from what appears wrong? A piece that can touch on a variety of subjects is written for you, the reader to interpret it as you wish. Remember, dying is only a belief. Think about that. If you believe it is alive, you can create the unseen. Whatever is dead, whether it is a dead body, mind, heart, or soul; recollection and realization can raise the dead. That alone is the epiphany of a new beginning. -Robert Warren
"Whatever is dead, whether it is a dead body, mind, heart, or soul; recollection and realization can raise the dead. That alone is the epiphany of a new beginning."-Robert Warren
