I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Circling the drain May be grim, but it can be Done with style and grace
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Never hesitate To delight in defying Obnoxious critics
How warm and reassuring waiting is Delay, deliberation, second thought Supply a shield against that dreadful quiz When the pressure to act cannot be fought
So many lenses! Whatever it is, the truth Is never altered
Imaginary islands are places Filled with salty peace, cradled by water The sun kisses their denizens’ faces Each one wisdom’s son, or joy’s sweet daughter
What is reading, exactly? What are you getting so excited about? Isn’t it just a matter of decoding what is encoded? Be reasonable, won’t you?
Diogenes: worst of dogs, best of men Doing publicly what most deem private Urinating on fools now and again Seldom obedient, never quiet
Searching for someone To become like is folly Now, become yourself
I have a bad ear Some nonsense, I cannot hear Hold your burdens dear
We hunt and gather With our instincts more ancient Than the marketplace
Many fear the oppressive narrative The tale as tyrant, irresistible; Full of directives bold, imperative Molding minds with its hand, invisible
Battles against doubt Fatigue and despair are won By courageous hearts
