In all we have and all we do
let all we are shine right through
For all we aspire to shall arise
when we see with more perfect eyes
The car sits by the road not driven
The world is lost to all the living
In circles broad with narrow minds
They drift along on wasted time
Once we slept in earthen graves
Our hearts all wrapped up in chains
Now we hear as if alive
The call to revive and drive
(December 26th, 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...
