the future tense
and nervous)words
that always bring to bear
the artillery of NEVERS
to be sounded through
the forest of darker
trees in which no birds
can nest(
the bombs fell
one day became other
as the moon red and disappearing
and the sun red and cooling
burns with ice
theseshattered dreams
no will triumph
only when i can also say yes
i knew him when the sun was bright
when stars grew around the moon
and people were beautiful
and children laughed
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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too sad, but ends in hope...