I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
No mind can be made More reasonable by the Slaughter of bodies
By D. J. Reddall8 months ago in Poets
If it is your ambition to vanish You have no need of scientific guile Nor will spells translated from the Spanish Allow your form to disappear with style
Another summer May not be mine to embrace I will love this one
I thought it was just me The fatigue It is mine, but not mine alone There are many other humans I have heard good arguments for loving
Beware the enthusiastic censor Busy insulting your intelligence Eager to usurp the role of mentor Convinced that there's nothing beyond the fence
Most of the alleged "Deep dives" are actually Laughably shallow
Tell them to keep their nasty chips You don't need new hardware You've had language all along How can anyone find reading stories boring?
The persona is so carefully made Sculpted and painted to please other eyes By each of us, a role is deftly played The finest actor old logic defies
Seven hundred and Seven poems and stories Thank you for reading!
What would it look like If the state behaved like a Friend, not a parent
The pain you have felt Crowns the joy you feel now With lustrous laughter
“They do not understand how, while being at variance, it is in agreement with itself. There is a back-turning connection, like that of a bow or lyre” (Heraclitus, frag. 51; translated by T.M. Robinson).
