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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492051" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Please Do Not Be Disappointed With My Poetry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the first place i do not really rhyme<br>not that i can't but i don't because i like it to be just that </div><div style="margin:10px 0">like my life, i do not really rhyme with the world<br>there is more conflict<br>than harmony, i do not jibe and jam well with </div><div style="margin:10px 0">yes, anybody, it simply takes time for them to really understand me<br>more more time for me too to understand them<br>and like them<br>and like me, as though living life is just a matter of liking each other</div><div style="margin:10px 0">period, and not really trying to learn and be compassionate<br>and have this little sense of tolerance<br>this sense<br>of perhaps, he is just ekking his way to a steep mountain of his<br>trying hard<br>(copycat) of just trying to live in authenticity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">honesty, that is the simplest word we can say<br>i always think of other things<br>sometimes people are just cruel <br>they want patterns they want people to be like other people<br>setting models<br>and trails made also by men and women with the usual human brains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">poor judgments come and we do not bother we simply want others to <br>live normal lives<br>nothing deviant, shy away from the genius of ingenuity<br>trekking new paths <br>not minding the dangers of the unknown spreading like a red carpet<br>before our feet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">back to poetry, this is my poetry and by now you have noticed<br>they are written as they come inside my mind<br>no patterns no molds no shape no expectations no <br>AA BB CC DD</div><div style="margin:10px 0">just plain talk, spontaneous, like a tear falling from your eyes<br>shaping itself to pain and then falling without style</div><div style="margin:10px 0">like a candle melting to the fire and shaping itself<br>in the air<br>there is simply no dictation of where and how and what</div><div style="margin:10px 0">like ourselves our lives like chocolates in the box<br>of Forest Gump<br>we just don't know what we really get<br>we just let go<br>and let live and then die and be buried<br>tears for a while, and then</div><div style="margin:10px 0">yes, forever forgotten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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not that i can't but i don't because i like it to be just that 

like my life, i do not really rhyme with the world
there is more conflict
than harmony, i do not jibe and jam well with 

yes, anybody, it si..."></div>
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