Perceptions by Keith D Allison Managing the dance the starlight gains of an old prune in this when the conclusions prance and the heart is a fool two hunderd less three in the evening breeze not one notion nothing stirred nothing moved Perceptions of dreams alluring fantasy waiting for the warmth of a breath standing tall watching the illusion die Watching the sunset life no longer fun walking the road tonight no gold or silver not even a breath of love 08/12/2010 Posted on 08/12/2010 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by George Hoerner on 08/13/10 at 01:24 AM All perceptions are our own aren't they. That is true whether they represent reality or not and that sometimes is the trick. We can't always decide what it and what isn't. Good write. Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/13/10 at 07:53 PM Pain or pleasure, both are merely defined by perception. Perception is acute when it comes to detecting suffering. And suffering of every kind is always a matter of what we have lost. When we are young, we think that suffering is something that is done to us. When we get older, when the steel doors slam shut so-to-speak, in one way or other, we know that real suffering is measured by what is taken away from us. Ponderous. Thanks. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)