Raise your hand if you believe a tree that falls in the forest makes noise even if no one hears it. Now, raise your hand if you believe that writing a poem is worth the effort even if no one reads it.
Tag: Poetry
Stopping by the world
Whose crimes these are I think I know.Their place is in the fire below;They will not see you shed a tearNor care a whit, death fast or slow. The dying child is numb with fearAnd choking as the end comes nearFrom breathing toxic fumes so thick,From burning what we love so dear. She gives the … Continue reading Stopping by the world
Words hover out of reach
Words hover out of reach like dragonflies on a hot summer day, fleeting glimpses in shimmer and haze. The mind drifts from passing thought to passing thought to yet another. Eyes see fear in clouded eyes and look away, witnessing their own future as a fading memory.
war budget
Leave the children and elders as meat for the vultures, then wall out the neighbors and snuff out our culture. Build warships and fighters to prove our illusions of greatness and honor and feed our delusions. Let’s pity the rich and relieve them of taxes, and screw all the rest til they take up their … Continue reading war budget
The Smith Compound 