Here we all are
Hoarding our pains
Nobody gains,
Including ourselves
When defeat
Is losing sight
Of the fight
Abandoned on the shelves
Friday, August 15, 2008
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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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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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
2 comments:
very nice. your latest poems, a work of a great poet. truth. well this was supposed to be a really long comment... haha becuz i am truly bored. but now my dreams are lost? haha oh dear
well done!
Heh
Losing a dream
Is the process
Of coming awake.
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