The emotions of a poet who calls himself 
"Uootem"

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another poetic discourse
                  I create for you
                                            with the same fervor           
            that once was explored
                                    as someday words
                as they took shape
across one blank page,
                        and then another
                                                gradually revealing
                    those things
I once believed I would rather hide,
          between sips of coffee
                                    and careful reflection
                  of the time-filtered visions
                                                                of your inner beauty,
                                    rarely seen... but now,
        that fill the emptiness
                                of this - a fresh page...
                                                              my mind... my memories...
                        my lifetimes.

someday words
                                forged from the dreams
                                                        of a once-ago boy,
                            echoing futile hopes
          of a love-lost
                                          within the present day
                        would-be prophet,
                                                and recreating
                            the now-sacredness
of a remembered past time...
                      the dreams, hopes,
                                                and sacred thoughts
                frolic comfortably together
                                  as a silence finds me.
                                                            for in this silence,
                                the treasures of my life
    crowd together
in piles of ink stained paper
                            and rows of words
                                                      fitted together,
              once to be stored away
                            in dusty boxes
                        for review some other day:
    perhaps for a book,
                                          perhaps for just remembering,
but now..  to finally share
                                  with you in our adulthood years.
                                                                            their fate I did not understand...
but I now know that
                        they had to exist
                                                      for I had no control over
                their crystallizing.

whether they were
                                                  just creations of make believe
                                                                                    that I did not recognize
                                or waiting-patiently-dreams
              that will someday find fulfillment
                                      I always continued
                                                                    contriving verse
                            that sought to describe
                  the plaudits of once-found love...
                                                        the disparagement of love lost
                for these emotions
                                  still conjure
                the spirits in the ink,
                                      this babble
            must be released
  to keep my sanity
                      within reach
                                              while I,
                          frequently cross
                                              the distance of time
with my someday words.