George Bernard Shaw, a playwright from around the time of World War I, is given credit for saying, “Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world.” It’s good advice that few…
Tag: poetry
Pity the young It’s not that We don’t know How to care It’s that we Don’t know How to care Without boundaries
Things I’m thinking and feeling: I really don’t “blog” all that much. I record, I guess, and that’s sort of a “web log,” but I really don’t expose much of my innermost feelings – it’s like observations with a mirror…
I know I was there I feel the memories Like rain on glass But they killed me Created a ghost With cloth and emptiness And a pen I can still see And hear And feel And write But none of…
I love life best beneath the waves Where I can weep openly And nobody is obligated to care Or know
If everyone believes as I do, With whom would I argue? From whom would I learn? With what light would I grow?
I tell myself I am not afraid Of being consumed By the thing Eating me But I am afraid Of losing my soul And forgetting Who I was Who I am And so I run Not to run away Not…
I don’t know what I might have said If I had had the room To say It
I believe that art has to be a source of mutation to be any good. It has to change the person who’s viewing or listening to the artistic work; it has to change the artist; it has to change in…
My tears keep falling in the middle of the night I tell myself that it will be all right Through years of ache it’s come to light They are still alive. I cannot touch them, a veil remains But is…