HymnAgen
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CATEGORY
just different
I have power.
Innately, I am able to draw upon reality and imbue a world of fables with realism.
When I am vision, I have no eyes except the two residing inside myself allowing you to “Get me†when you see me.
One will even find I can change a single mind and bring it clarity from confusion
by stirring its thoughts like sugar in solution until it finds sweetness in resolution.
-HymnAgen
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The Immortal Wize says: I love the conclusion of this piece. |
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hymnagen says: Thank you, Wize Dom. You know I always appreciate your feedback. Peace |
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DallasCowgirl says: "When I am vision, I have no eyes except the two residing inside myself allowing you to “Get me†when you see me." That line alone was the entire poem. I wonder how many people would even get what you meant by that. Wow |
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hymnagen says: Underhiswings7, I usually refrain from doing stuff like that because I find poetry is more powerful to me when its more accessible. However, you clearly have vision. Did it jump out @ you or take a minute? |
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DallasCowgirl says: I read it once and was like, wait a minute....that meant more than what it just sounded like. Lol. Had to read it again. I laughed cus the wordplay was ridiculous. |
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mrmelody7 says: Words always handle with care |
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2b2b2 says: KA-BOOM....Resounding Work. thats whats up Hymnagen!!! |
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hymnagen says: Yes, mrmelody7, but sometimes recklessness can be inspiring, No? |
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hymnagen says: 2b, you already know! #Salute |
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