Beatrice Pitocco's Poetry – Tagged "photoart" – Illusion Photograph

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The Human Condition

The human condition is a funny thingCriticizing others shortcomingsBut rarely do any of us look withinTo see our faults and our own sin The mastered soul is the same you seeHe has just begun awakeningTo blame himself instead of youIt’s something he knows that he must doSo here it goes, my awakened heartConfessing secrets from the startI’ve been nasty in heart and soulI’ve said things never said beforeI’ve hated others who’ve hurt me I knowAnd I repent for falling so far, so lowMy confusions have caused so much painMy feelings always kept in vainAnd though I would apologizeSome things you just can not make rightI’m imperfect and I reactI have said things with little tactI give too much because it’s...

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Middle Life

Sometimes I stand in the middle of life. Watching the people rushing on by. They move so quickly to and fro, and I wonder where it is, they're about to go. I look at the faces, and don't comprehend. Each one of them has a beginning, and each one has an end. Each life is unique, yet ordinarily the same. And I try to adjust to this very strange game. Maybe I am a part of something bigger than me. Like words in a book, in a library. Each word holds no meaning but together they speak. And by reading we see, that it isn't so bleak. There's a subtlety to this life, that's hard to ignore. Love is the...

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Life is Illusion

Lies fall back on to liars, deceptions fall back on deceivers.  The truth is subjective, we all know that.  God is alive to believers.  Hate, is just misguided love.  Alone is where I do stand.  In cities unknown and unfamiliar; without a friend, in a city which belongs to no man.  I don't know how to be with the others.  So to myself, is with whom I should rest.  Through the lens of a camera, is all that I know.  It is how you can define me at best.

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