Holes

Coffee Mugg

You are a temple into yourself,
Love it,
It is the only one you have,
And yet you junk it up,
Feed it things corrupt
Holes in my life,
Where were you?
Holes fill my heart,
Where are you?
Holes all around,
Are you here?
All I can see is holes,
That are not clear.
A dream within,
A dream without,
What does this mean?
Where are the holes now?
If you see a hole,
What do you see?
Emptiness abounds,
Nothing to be found,
Nothing to be free.
Be careful of the hole,
You might drown,
In an emptiness of life.
Walk don't run,
Don't miss all the fun.
One life ends,
Another begins.
Holes all around.

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I am a 60 year old male, born and raised in Alabama. Have been in construction most of adult life, and had lived in Orlando Fl for over 30 years. Have now come back to Alabama. Could be considered an expert...  View profile

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  • Linda Ann Nickerson1/20/2008

    Although I beg to differ about the One to WHOM the temple belongs . . . I like this one. Still, you have set me to thinking . . . if one's body is a temple . . . . After the holidays, I felt a bit more like a cathedral, although I am working hard to become a chapel once again. ;-)

  • Lisa Renee.1/19/2008

    This is good and thought provoking...alot of angst...but also very truthful.

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