Messenging
Potential
One word, three easy syllables
A world of weighted, dragging pulls
Sitting on my shoulder and shaking its head
Consequences
The harsh grip of a cheese grater
Cutting healing wounds ever raw
As I clutch the paltry glittering prize.
Cages of the imperfect
Potential hanging ominously above
Consequences hemming in on all sides
So much room to stand,
and none to rest.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Counselling is a Lie
Counselling is a lie You cannot hold space. Space is breathed Moved in Inhabited Moved within Space is sized Larger, smaller Sometimes too ...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
5 comments:
You wrote that very fast...
Yeh. I have the speed just not the patience.
And it doesn't make it good..
Hmm....
I rote a few poetries at camp.
Must remember to post em. Truth
It is good, you know that. And so do I.
tehe yea abi is soo true it a gud poem!
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