My poetry is a little dark; Because I like to illuminate my shadows instead of carrying them with me.
My poetry is a little dark; Because I like to illuminate my shadows instead of carrying them with me.
How much I take in from just observing the people and things around me… But often more than never the beautiful act of being watchful shows me ugly truths about others. And… Every now and then, I question my own vision. 22 October 2019
Other people’s writings are better than mine; Yes, it’s true. Undeniably better – still I write, not in hopes I’ll ever be similar, Only because my self-expression is a primary lifeline – Buoy in the mercurial seas of uncertain chaos.
All our perception of Bad really is is just Good, misunderstood.
I was once a totally different person In an entirely different place than this. Once, when I was… Ignorant.
In the background, Sadé is crying everyone’s tears and me, I just… feel everyone’s feelings, a wandering antenna picking up the static hidden behind waves – not meant for shore; Life is no beach. Lapping in endless marathons around frequencies unseen, a maypole dance of uncharged energy for which I’m the conduit – Like the …
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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