Monday, August 25, 2014

ON A POET





A poet is the one who lives as a struggle r to call his conscious mind with clear points of his own opinion. His soul is calm and violent by an agitation that sharpens him in developing a new theory that no longer exists by the rare invention of his thoughts. He would had the dark roomed solitude— the foundation where he was changed by the society, there was his credits in creating all his senses in varying depth. He traveled throughout the paths of knowledge in roaming for peace and a serene ambiance until he settles with his sparkling range of creation. He had not spent money much to survive in Earth but has the hope that he considered as a gap between birth and death, by Birth must be he have his voice in this Earth or he was born by a self-conscious mind and awareness of his views he went. He called that ‘Visionary’, the only world which can give an expecting profit as his hope survives until the end. He is striving to write and calling his imaginations forth to write in his paper. He is loving nature and he establish nature as a God itself where the conversion cycle occur, the birth and its mirth, one cycles through out there until the end. He compared nature with human feelings and he adopts the theory of his evergreen Metaphysics. He believes that man comes from soil and goes directly to the same whenever he is fulfilled by his aims in our planet. He never forgets to love and loved by someone, he is surviving with Inspirations of a special affection he have  where he broke his solitude and keep in company with that precised soul that gives Art to Art contact in enriching the subjects new and Old.
 


 
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EMOTIONS COLD

“Here is the World, where the emotions cold, the desire become unreal, fancy leads the role, thoughts wake words to speak of the loss, wor...