* I am not crazy, Though the argument could be made; Some days I feel As if love is the same, A madness, accepted The difference the name. ** What often impedes Is what cannot be seen; We are more than just objects And there is far more Than distance between. *** As the day … Continue reading A Series of Short Bursts of Varying Frequencies
Why do I even write these days? Why do I try? Why do I try as hard as I do when clearly there are more effective and efficient approaches. Someone has it figured out... Not me. I see so many others who write poems that reach audiences of hundreds or even thousands. I see … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)
To move Is to live Pushing forward Through space Through time Fighting against the ever-present force of friction Driven To persist To maintan Sustained motion In a world determined It seems To impede our progress We remain In motion Carried forward Regardless the odds Sustained But by what forces?