Tag Archives: choice

To Laugh and Cry

To Laugh and Cry ~~~~~ I would be the blazing lantern to guide us, when darkness comes. Not the stubby candle that melts away to nothing, to be soon gone. Nothing left, no thought, no song. I would be the compass to lead us, If I knew where we were in bright sunlight, saw the […]

Simply This

Simply This ~~~~~ Could I withstand a thousand blows, while they brought me to my knees? No matter if they’re real, metaphoric; it’s all the same, to me, if you please. It’s not my body which must survive but my spark of spirit carried within. We see people who suffer every sin, far greater than […]

WWWWW+H

WWWWW+H ~~~~~ Who are you, when you’re not truly you? Who do people see, when they’re with you? Who would you be, if you could be anyone? Who is it, others have chosen you must be? What will happen, if you don’t like yourself? What role do you play, do you play the most? What […]

Ever Live in Fear

Ever Live in Fear ~~~~~ How will we decide what to do, what to think, what we’ll think, In a world of conflicting opinions, way too much information? While we caper and cavort blindfolded, oh, so close to the brink, Believing we’re so ordinary, nothing extraordinary can be done. When actions are performed beyond the […]

Beneath the Grass

Beneath the Grass ~~~~~ What would it feel like, any fun, to live to be one hundred? My imagination says it would be less fun and more dread. With luck, still shuffling about, able to pee upon my shoes. not rolled around as deadwood, by someone I don’t choose. Perhaps I will be non-compos mentis […]

Anywhere

Anywhere ~~~~~ This was somebody’s plan for our future, new homes full of new, smiling people. Happy folks, without care; I can’t find ‘em anywhere. This grim portrait is of the middleclass, not home alas. I look around, folk I knew, think it might be me or you. Think we’re gone for good. ~~~~~ Peace […]

All, Together

All, Together ~~~~~ I have shown you wonders beyond imagination, revealed to you the smallest parts of my being. I find you within me, yet, you don’t understand languages to, of creation too gross and too subtle to speak to you. I will guide a minor poet’s hand. I am every drop of water and […]