My Soul's Door

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That's a hall near Brussels' Central Station in Belgium. No one goes

there. I love how futuristic and scary it looks. I titled the photo "My

Soul's Door", because there are 13 doors but only one really leads

somewhere. The others are mere illusion. I took this picture in 2008.

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I Am Mad

 

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

 

We are so bewildered doing blooms,

We are so foolish making drama;

While we concentrate of getting what comes,

All with a different karma;

The poem was suppose to be about

You, and also maybe a little about me;

But then came this part of self esteem and doubt,

That set it all going down the drain, free.

Oh here I am standing though still,

Can't escape the world I am living in;

But I think I am just a reckless will,

Dumping down the toilet all my former sins…

 

Whatever names you bear,

I shall be riddling in words;

Hope you do same and share,

Or be like a soul that's hurt.

After the darkness we fear,

I shall be enjoying a live;

With all the wordily tear,

That shall then soon arrive.

 

Respect my fair purpose,

And what I'm striving for;

In the garden like a rose,

That was never too sure.

I must go on with living,

Building on a madly wish;

There is so fruitless giving,

Like in life there always is.

 

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The poem appeared on www.poemhunter.com/peter-s-quinn

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Taken on December 12, 2008