I Am Unfinished

Vintage Words


After all these years,

diligence does not count,

love is mere emotion,

and like a plan's ideas

lain out on the drawing

board, I am unfinished.


Within a sphere of blood

and sinew, bone and brain,

heart and toenails, I come

forward to declare my

independence. I leave

unfulfilled, unfinished.


Before I am dust, before

the next destruction of

the earth, may infinity

end, may eternity develop

impenetrable walls, and

may I reach the finish

line mostly full bodied,

mentally alert but slightly,

ever so slightly,








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tallsquirrelgirl's picture

Love this! Reality is more

Love this! Reality is more beautiful when it is not overlooked.

*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james

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I look for the askew angle and approach a topic slantwise, with admission and testimonial mixed with outcomes and philosophy. Beauty is in the eye - Thanks for the nice comment and perception shared - allets -




millyardo's picture

Well done

Well done

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And Well Met, Millyardo

I always smile when I see you have left a comment. Peace on earth and peace unto you. - Stella -




SSmoothie's picture

This is more than a hope for

This is more than a hope for me. Unfinished is the only thing I'll be! Great piece I very much enjoyed the totality of this toenails and all! 

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

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U Got The Joke


Of course YOU did. Thank for the read, SS


More Than A Hope


Extemporaneous does not work

for me, impromptu only blocks paths

I need indefinitinity, elipses as

a life goal.


Beyond all corners, way

on the other side of midnights

and moons, such goals

remain unattained like

an unheard whisper.


Go, seek, you won't find

me, I am easy on the existence

and fading always into mist.

Come, see my mind via

what my hands hope to do

what my feet wish for, what

dreamdust is made of.









Blackwingedbird's picture

This speaks to my bones.

This speaks to my bones.

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Of Course It Does

U R A poet. We feel it like no one else. Yeah, in ma bones, this one. A "me" write for you. Joy as a wish, peace as a gift. ~allets~