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Uploaded by on Sep 19, 2008

http://www.jbbremerton.com

Don't let the title fool you, this poem is sort of dark.
I find my best inspiration (for poetry and music at least) comes at the odd hours of the morning. I wrote this one and knew right away this one deserved a place on YouTube. I thought this poem had sort of a coffee shop or slam poetry feel, so you can see that i am holding a cup of coffee. Funny how I'm still drowsy...

The 7-second "intro" will be used for all my original material from now on.

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Where is my end?
Where do I begin?
Where does the middle turn to dust?
But if it's dust
It met its end
Where do I fit in?
Sleeping in my soul
Awake in body
Where does it go?
Who am I?
Just another corpse
Only bought by blood
Only dust
Only nothing
Wasted flesh of man
Born to turn to dirt
Taken from the ground
Raised to walk
Only to return
When will I be more?


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  • I can truly empathize, but consider the great things that God uses such "dust" to accomplish - He is the potter and we are the clay - the "more" begins the moment we surrender ourselves to His will:)

  • i wrote this in the odd hours of the morning and i have produced the most odd and beautiful things in this time of day. i do suffer from depression and anxiety more than i want to, and i do trust the Lord. i just let the words flow and sometimes they're dark. it's a good way of release, really.

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  • I understand - the night hours were the worst for me; I don't have the gift with words that you do, but I know the release that comes from writing - it really does help to put the feelings into words.

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