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Martyr Without a Cause
Waken, would-be martyrs seeking causes to in an instant devote life and limb, and cling half-drowned along the upturned raft of culture that leaking, seeks the bottom of the quay. The words that might be spoken now are silenced; upon … Continue reading
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Tagged activism, causes, damnation, foolishness, martyrs, pointlessness, selfishness, service
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Two Poets Lament, Part I
for W.B. Yeats Some silken strains of angst-encrusted verse or mystic message wrapped in words to woo designed to part the patron from their purse, or charm one’s snakes…what can these small things do? An audience that can be misdirected … Continue reading
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Tagged communication, dreams, interpretation, misunderstanding, poetry, Poetry, pointlessness, sorrow, WB Yeats
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What If and the Temptations
WHAT IF: Money actually grew on trees? You actually had more than one once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? Your face actually stayed in the guise of some hideous scowl you made when you were six? Things were easier done than said? What was … Continue reading
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Tagged awareness, gravity, illusions, pointlessness, potential, temptation
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Repetition
How many times do I need to reach out, without reaching, into the universe that waits, patiently, through my doubt and some overwhelming sense, a perverse need to communicate? In my weak hands no infinite secrets are ever revealed, and … Continue reading