From anxiety down through depression Was a digression from society Life took me on between my then and now If anxious and depressed at least to be Who I am what I dream and dare and must At least try with a question on my face
We speak in unknown tongues nor understand What we say but smile and try to adjust As we build our Babel of the unknown And when chaos calls and the tower falls Because it was built of but wind and sand Again and more each time we are alone
I wish I had someone to hold my hand The ones who did once died and in their place Left me a stranger lost in their strange land Picking up pennies of hope as somehow Though orphaned with an unreturned embrace Of nothing yet I struggle and I stand
A stubborn son of Babel grasping grace Another loser of the human race
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Regis
But there aren't any winners of the human race, or maybe we're ALL winners since we only have one finish line (each). Hmmm.
Ted
I will have this one on my mind!
GREAT provoking heartfelt write
WArmest HuGs, Warrior Sheee
Love Tinka
I've gotta read it again,still wondering,
Well done,
God Bles,
Michael
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