A curse of the stars or the curse of star driven men...
Bound by the stars I search for truth.
Religion has failed the test of philosophy so I continue the search.
What is the end?
Centaur, grab your bow and shoot aimlessly.
Until, flames satisfy the senses and arts.
Uncontrollable, yet royal, often in silence and in mind.
I can run, out run most, but have learned nothing is gained.
Except for the thirst for more, until it won't run out,
So you're still running, but no one is following.
But as soon as you stop, a new audience is born,
The cycle can begin again.
A curse of the stars or the curse of star driven men…
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Hermoso ...me identifica el centauro según mi signo zodiacal
A religion that justifies all our hunches and desires to be a good star and a bright star, because religion teaches about the good of no religion that teaches evil
I can run, out run most, but have learned nothing is gained................This got me. Nice poetry
life that will lead to dead stars
very meditative poem, I realy like it
Very wonderful shot. I hope I can do one one day.
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Hmmm...wow, this one is a thinker
This is great poetry