I've sang tears and I've heard pain
(it's a music genre all on it's own)
all these sounds must have a name
(words I've never known)
in the distance the wilds calls
I'll run like a trapped deer
before one of us falls
(isn't attachment the thing we fear?)
peace and justice for all
we're in the water, no sight of land
logic is best when flawed
our senses at best are damned
shh, hush now, sick lullaby
to rest you lay your head
close the only seeing eye
the rest of us are dead
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
