Shut not this mind
This eye
This hand
Upon the time
We took
our stand
Though young we were
and fools
and clowns
Still we could have
taken this
whole world down
We broke despondent
on bitter shores
under hazy skies
in the miscarriage
of justice
in tepid little lies
Yet somewhere
those people remain
ready to begin
and try again
and open a new
world within
(August 12th, 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...
