You are right,
I have nothing to draw with and the well is deep,
nothing to draw with and the well...
yes well I hadn't planned on being
any sort of a Messiah, had I?
I could have done without the early mornings,
the lonely roads
the misunderstandings
frankly
and it is not like I am trying
to force something down your throat
rightly cynical fellow-traveller
but I am thirsty and you should be also
for the transformation that makes meaningless
your previous life.
Yes, call them all
come...come...come to the freakshow.
Are you another one that will call me
"King" and "Lord" and "Master" even while
missing the point?
I like you when you argue,
as if we were simply determining
whether you will address me as "Comrade" or "Adversary".
To tell you the truth
I struggle with the same question.
YOU ARE READING
Sweeping Winds and Rainbow Beginnings
PoetryThese are a few of my poems. I would prefer to take my time and try to sort the better ones out from the rubbish so it might take me a while to collect. I hope you can stop by and enjoy a poem or several. In poetry (good or bad) we express something...
