a poem is a sermon
The difference is, he starts to say, between our diametric views, is in defining work and play: that one is waste, and one is use. That sets the tone for what must be, more than different reality, two separate worlds that do not meet, though side by side on the same street. 03 MAY 2017 […]
If you would seek wisdom, the walls of your prison must be made a prism. To purify vision, let light begin creeping like mice, softly sneaking, almost still half sleeping – if wisdom you’re seeking. 03 MAY 2017 © 2017, John Litzenberg. All rights reserved.
What is the Truth, that we spend all our days, from birth to death, imagining so fair that we invent, seek to avoid or praise some vain ideal constructed from thin air, that as illusion is beyond compare; it casts religions merely to take form that neither breathes nor catches fire to warm. What is […]
Down at the bar we sit and wait, as if our glory days, so great, still might return anon. We act younger throughout the night, so we forget, while we get tight, that halcyon is gone. And all the girls who tend the bar, pretend to laugh, but just so far; it’s hard to hide […]
Good grief! What else did you expect? A world set suddenly to rights, some glibly promised golden dawn, rough places sanded down to plain, and milk and honey handed out to both devout and infidel? Instead, you got a fresh train wreck: horrific days and sleepless nights, with conflict that just lingers on and brings […]
Who tears apart, but never builds; in summer, says he prefers chills; proclaims “I won’t” when others will; expects to never pay the bill? Who tends to “no”, withholding “yes”; predicts more failure than success; looks to curse rather than bless; just compliments under duress? Who finds the flaw in beauty’s whole; un-masks delusions in […]
What may begin as lose or win soon starts to spin outside that frame. It seems like play, this bob and sway: a bright display, almost a game, a wild careen, drifting between two wide extremes, darkness and flame. Always the chance in the day’s dance any advance could leave you lame. Each place you […]