I suppose I've grown too old. I simply don't understand it. It is neither beautiful nor meaningful. What, after all, should a poem be?
from fear
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I'll try to explain
fear is a stone, lifted when honed
= fear can be overcome
in the back drop of all consistency
=through constant awareness
moderate importance in the mind with out misery
=stay moderate without thinking negatively
in the trenches of the mind
=it can be overcome using our mind
truth driven fragments are entwined
=the truth about conquering fear can be unclear
persistent separation feeds temptation
=fear drives you away from strength
gift to be thrown, there's a doubt in hesitation
=fear should be forgotten, but the "difficulty" is worded in "hesitation"
offering little consequence with out patience
=telling you that there is little consequence so don't hesitate
separating it's self from relations
=taking you away from relating
pleading to behold
=only to envy
the fantastic and the bold
=the extravagance
train the mind to withhold
=so stay mindful of fear
waiting for the lies to unfold
=and stay patient and realize the straight in overcoming fear
keep in mind that poems can be and deep and exaggerated. not only beautiful and understandable
I like that one too. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, JCharles.
thanks DPenn, i'm glad you liked my poem.
i like your taste in poetry, i saw you liked the rap as well. '8)
JCharles_Cripps wrote:
I suppose I've grown too old. I simply don't understand it. It is neither beautiful nor meaningful. What, after all, should a poem be?
A poem should be bigger than life 
By the way, keep on the good work 1chessman
Thank you for your explanation.
fear is a stone, lifted when honed
in the back drop of all consistency
moderate importance in the mind with out misery
in the trenches of the mind
truth driven fragments are entwined
persistent separation feeds temptation
gift to be thrown, there's a doubt in hesitation
offering little consequence with out patience
separating it's self from relations
pleading to behold
the fantastic and the bold
train the mind to withhold
waiting for the lies to unfold