a poem is a sermon
That once upon a time that never comes: a world still yet to come that stays unborn, its waking breath caught up in too young lungs, not more than just a sigh of sad could be’s. What would you have the world do unto you, to pique your interest and keep you engaged? Is not […]
What has been need not always be what is.
There is a sense of time that must erase the world that is what was and built the now.
Against such force, what armed and booted thugs can stand and keep their sense of distance from the truth?
There is too much of nothing here for me to speak at length. To break it down to mere ideas would take all our strength. Instead, pretend it’s something grand, more worthy of our time. That may convince the rest of us to stand up, down the line. Besides, we’ve talked and talked to death […]
I will not live my whole life just to spite
one more imagined evil at my door,
some cloud determined to block out my light,
or leave my spirit destitute. No more.
Why be a tool for either left or right,
when a binary choice is still piss-poor?
You’re always wrong when you pick just one side,
and where you end depends on how you ride.
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