wisdom is hard bought
years spent in acquisition
lessons as we grow
the young will never listen
we all must self-cultivate
freedom
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wisdom is hard bought
years spent in acquisition
lessons as we grow
the young will never listen
we all must self-cultivate
freedom
Won through many wars
Father of all tyranny
False pretense for greed
Freedom causes arrogance
Yet it must be what we need
Memories
fleeting images
our past in tiny fragments
time is suspended
once more our youthful freedom
once more our errant lovers
laziness
Sigh; stretch your body
into depressions still warm,
still familiar.
Don't worry, there is nothing
left to do that will not wait.
abstainance
withholding pleasure
requires strength of spirit
and stern discipline.
it's a task i have achieved
but not one that i favor.
selfishness
Dionysus's form
The reason for ambition
Trait of many lords
Great ones,villians and victims
Cause for the poor sand-sifting
ambition
i hunger always
this unquenchable burning
the need to be more
i cannot be satisfied
how do i find contentment
intelligence
ok nobody seems to like this topic. lets try love instead :)
eyes together spark
constellated, meeting in
starlit fantasy,
enraptured exchange of what
is hidden by moon travels
quantum mechanics
too hard? :)
waves unthought of
and unseen, shock by mirrored
happenings, no thing
controls an event but strings
that sense what we seek to know
(not very poetic, but...)
spring rains
the gods spring cleaning,
Hera washing windows and
cursing faithless Zeus;
Demeter weeps and rejoices,
Persephone-home again
the inconstant moon
gaping crescent, cold,
an indifferent stare, leaving
radiant the sea,
sinking horns nailed into the
waning pool - reflections cease
a feeling you've experienced today
coffee cup, left cold
toast growing stale on the plate
my mind is busy
painting daydreams, ignoring
the pressing needs of today
leaving
the door slammed shut
I guess this time is final
she will not return
get out the rum and branch water
got to deal with it somehow...
the beach
a blue on blue world,
punch-drunk giant swings wildly
leaving me reeling;
hot sand, battleship listing,
distance expands, war begins.
a civil knife
cushioned split of skin,
the needle prick softened pain
to pillow-kept dreams.
cradled in the numbing wash,
thought blurred from a silver edge
a misfound sexual innuendo