Poetry Blogs (polemic)
Kind of like to think I know
why we stand solid,
struck dumb by perennial sadness;
and the salient points,
burst like bubbles in smoked air;
clasped to the breast
that sinks as seconds lengthen
even beyond reason for purge.
Beyond the clouds that fall,
in spirals, now thick moistened rope;
we are given base,...
Monday 21st September 2015 11:41 pm
(How many roads?)
Stood on the banks of a stream with forces amassed, looking on towards the journey-defining second decade of adulthood.
A man must have the presence of mind, the perspicacity to acknowledge himself and hence possess the ability to adapt. For consciousness of the need to change is assailed perpetually by deluge of implacable ego. The desire to be right is lazy and disingenuo...
Monday 14th September 2015 11:43 pm