I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Too many warnings Create cowardly culture Ready to submit
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
If you both know what You’re doing and believe it Is right, joy follows
Attending a film should be delightful Because a ribbon of dreams unfurls there Causing the trivial cares of the day Dramatically to fade and dissolve
Misuse and abuse Of words robs them of meaning Was that traumatic?
Amnesiacs, all: forgetting about A plague that left no part of this world whole As if the thing itself we really doubt
The other humans Who drive you completely mad Are also mortal
Ares, god of war Stay your bloody sword and grant Tired mortals peace
Misunderstanding Womb of a thousand evils Withers as you read
Jesters who reveal Ugly truths with their jesting Are soon rushed offstage
Some argue that meaning comes from context Web means one thing to a tech billionaire Another to an arachnophobe, vexed;
It remains fresh, clear Dawn made of magpie gossip You whispered, "Come on."
It is obvious: I have failed again I sought in vain to choose these words for you Each one a soft, cool kiss for your sad brain
