blazeofglory
05-08-2008, 09:50 PM
Am I a bunch of poems?
For you know me through my poems only
You read my words and I am the way my words describe me
Or the meaning or philosophy of my poems
I am a cruel monster to someone, for I do oppose them
I am a God to others for I endorse their ideas
I am a benefactor or angel when I kind of subscribe to charitable works
I am many in one
I am ideas incarnate
I myself do not know to be honest who I am
I am my moods, my philosophies, my ideas, my relations
The amalgamation of all or none of them
My existence may pose threats to some and boons to others
I narrow or limits myself within borders of definitions
Like nationality, race, religions, ancestries
Somebody's son or daughter, husband or mother
A friend and enemy, a boss or a servant
Within a confinement of spiritualists or sacred ones I am a soul
And my real identity is my soul
For the veneers of my bodily existence I get stripped of
I am a multitude of multitudes
I am a mass of things
Nobody or even myself can scope me within limits of ideas or ideologiesll
I distaste to be constricted
I feel I pervade all exstence
And of course all pervade through me.
All endeavor to fragment me
To confine me within their scope
I break free from fetters
For I do not want to be chained to ideas or ideals
For I rise above all
For you know me through my poems only
You read my words and I am the way my words describe me
Or the meaning or philosophy of my poems
I am a cruel monster to someone, for I do oppose them
I am a God to others for I endorse their ideas
I am a benefactor or angel when I kind of subscribe to charitable works
I am many in one
I am ideas incarnate
I myself do not know to be honest who I am
I am my moods, my philosophies, my ideas, my relations
The amalgamation of all or none of them
My existence may pose threats to some and boons to others
I narrow or limits myself within borders of definitions
Like nationality, race, religions, ancestries
Somebody's son or daughter, husband or mother
A friend and enemy, a boss or a servant
Within a confinement of spiritualists or sacred ones I am a soul
And my real identity is my soul
For the veneers of my bodily existence I get stripped of
I am a multitude of multitudes
I am a mass of things
Nobody or even myself can scope me within limits of ideas or ideologiesll
I distaste to be constricted
I feel I pervade all exstence
And of course all pervade through me.
All endeavor to fragment me
To confine me within their scope
I break free from fetters
For I do not want to be chained to ideas or ideals
For I rise above all