a poem is a sermon
Almost in spite, some fools seem to keep trying. They seek a balance where mad chaos reigns; they fight for life, despite death’s constant sighing, giving their all for sake of what remains. It is their flag that in the dark stays flying, and puts self-serving cowardice to shame. They fight for life despite death’s […]
You and me against the world? Well, damn them folks to hell who think that they’re the passioned ones and we’ve nothing to sell, nor anything worth sharing except grand ideas and talk; I say, let’s keep believing in ourselves and walk the walk. Who cares if they all shy away, afraid to step outside […]
It matters not how much the wind may blow, nor if the seas should rise up through the floor; the anchor of my craft is sunk below, and I am to this spot moored evermore. Should this fierce season flail its storms at me and seek to wrest my hold from this small spot, to […]
Cast my future stars as void of course; reduce to ash these ragged charts and maps, and let the sails take from the restless wind what strength they will. I will not feign I care to know what line the sextant sight-glass proves, nor where the ruling planets may align. Let destiny release my wearied […]
Set my stars as void of course; reduce to ash these charts and maps, and let the sails take from the wind what strength they will. I do not care to know what line the sextant proves, nor where the planets may align. Let destiny release my soul, and through my tired heart, let flow […]