The sound of the fury
like chalkboard nails
drag on and surely
my ears; do assail
with this banter
and this blather
I've no answer
and I'd rather
sit it out
Yet they prod on
and pull me in
until mind is gone
and no one wins
Foolish prattle
Selfish pride
Endless battles
to divide
In peace I watch the waves
here on my far off shores
which I refuse to trade
for these uncivil wars
(September 25th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
