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A story of an entire life.

I Am Child, I Am Man. written in a hand that can.
I Am Love, I Am Hate. spoken words on writtens cave
I Am Fearless, I Am Fear. the light of life casts a shadow.
I Am Many, I Am None. on my first birthday I was One.
I Am Telling, I Am Known.
                         i am selling the peoples clone.

I Am Teachers, I Am Legion = one in six makes six one, divide to mulitply and change the sum.   
I Am Student
I Am Hear: "r, a". eHm! AI|
                          |Written in BLOOD deep beneath the skin tells me I believe in sin.
                          
I Am Lost.
I Am Here, how did I just disappear?

  Sleeping in front of the mirror, it came to pass I awoke right here.
I was absent of thought and full of emotion. I began to smile and felt a tear.
The answer was truth and the truth was simple, forget what you know right out the window.


The I Am & the I ams.

my life and yours, so differently were we the same, seperated in communications game.
before we knew hate we first knew love, love was lost, and returned above.
we made an image in place of love, since love knew not hate not even today.
the image was not enough for us, so we created more and called it trust.
we placed our hope in our creation, and said we will build all nations.
secretly we thought one against the other not knowing ourselves we faked a lover.
i was right in my own mind, you knew that, so you left me be. likewise, I agree.
this is what they want me to be, i saw it all and called it tv.
why do we hurt each other, i really don't know! i really don't know!
i matured much in seek of truth, and told my stories to all the youth.
the day came, i was born again, i was free from all my sin.
i felt ashamed for misleading the youth, i repented from all i knew.
i had lived many lives, while the me inside slowly died.
i had to forget all i'd learned maybe then love would return.
my head was clear the canvas was finally empty and pure.
shh, just wait, listen and hear.
the mystery above it's all right here,

                                      "r, a". eHm! AI
                                                                      have you figured it out?
                        
  The answer was truth and the truth was SIMPLE.

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Author's Comments

This short writing details my entire life and even life prior to mine even until the origin of the very first written works. It's a deep interpretation that embodies seven "mystical" levels of interpretation just as certain ancient writings have. It touches on the effects that writing, even expression, has and continues to have on mankind. The fact is even to this day people have tried to communicate, or express, their view or feelings through speech and writing but continue to fail. For example, how often can you successfully get the person you're speaking with to feel, realize, or understand something just as you do? If means of expression were flawless that would be the result. Sometimes if you really want to hear what someone is saying to just have to listen, and feel them. Maybe you won't agree with their words, but feel their emotion and interpret their hearts. Just as others cannot understand how you feel even when you express it as clear as you possibly can, it is necessary to go beyond the words if you ever wish to really communicate. Have a nice life everyone.

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:iconchuckduck:
I...I love the beginning in this text *_* Can't explain it in words, but it's really beautiful
:iconnightstormandme:
Wow that is fantastic the emotion in the words and the specific rhythm.... dam I have to stop myself from analyzing it lol (what happens when you are an English Lit student)
:iconhostile-cow:
The pace is very well done in this piece. Plus, I also like how you backtrack in this one--you say one thing, then you say the opposite, then explain why that is so.
And, of course, the message about how we aren't able to communicate exactly how we feel to others is pretty intense. You're right, we do have to rely on other peoples' interpretation of what we say.
Thank you so much for this. It's like dark chocolate for the brain.

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:iconmasterofstyle:
There are no words for it.. Amazing.
:iconforestcooley:
the mystery above it's all right here,

"r, a". eHm! AI
have you figured it out?

It's "I Am Hear" backwords ^_^. So is the secret you mention implying if we had not language we'd become perfect? That as a youth prior to learning a language we know not any of mans corruptions? Am I following you at all?

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:icontherevbrown:
well done - and said

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:iconkillingisfavorable:
amazing

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"Written in BLOOD deep beneath the skin tells me I believe in sin. "

I love that line. This entire poem is amazing, especially that first stanza.

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Thankyou.

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