Feeling overwhelmed
with hope and thoughts of more
finding every bit of me
knocking at the door
Down for the strum
into night’s pain
feeling water cleanse
and drying me insane
What, whatever, what for
when, whenever, wherefore
truth is present in itself
silent voices close the door
Waiting for something
waiting for time
wanting even more of me
fighting the sublime
April 30th, 2008 at 11:44 am
keep courage,
to find sublime,
time is not a knocker,
do not wait,
open your door,
walk about,
show people your clout.
April 30th, 2008 at 10:04 pm
Is it possible to be too good for your own good?