My Soul's Door
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.
The poem appeared on www.poemhunter.com/peter-s-quinn