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Bellow
I could fill a barren sea
full of tears I've shed
for a moment with you.
I learned to focus only
on the good it led to.
What purpose does it serve
to open old wounds
except to serve the
greater good.
So, I bellow not
unless it can be
a beacon
for mermaids
coming ashore.
Sunday 27th January 2019 6:09 pm
Light the Path Ahead
.
Into a new dark age
we go, marching,
careening headlong
[of soapbox poetry
there is no want
for many a voice
loudly rail and rant]
the terrain of our
condition and that
of our experience
has changed over
year upon year of
progress that has brought
us closer to the edge
of a generation that
lives on the horizon
itself
peering further ...
Thursday 20th December 2012 1:18 pm

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