My Empire ............: 5hours in .......Edinburgh Scotland

Poem // idea

An Idea comes in many shapes and sizes. In can be formed out of desperation or unexpected inspiration. It can be shaped like the clay on a potter’s wheel or painted on a canvas. It can be written by a poet or expanded upon in a novel. It can be shouted by a desperate man in love or just a desperate man. It can be invented or it can be destroyed. An idea can give birth to dreams and aspirations, and if put in the wrong hand, it can be easily taken away. It can be traded or stolen, neglected or loved. It can create cities and towns and make peace or war. An Idea is neither bad nor good. It is a dream, a dream turned into thought, and a thought turned into action. It can be wielded like a weapon or an instrument of peace. It is a thought, it is an Idea.

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Wednesday 21 September 2011

5hours in .......Edinburgh Scotland

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