To do this, You need silence. A peaceful place to think. Only through silence Your words bubble to the surface. Deep attention to the craft With the assistance of silence And you've got the makings Of a masterpiece. ◊
Tag: Poetry
DC Metro
Here we are Just intelligent primates Packed on a high-speed moving train Like a carton of eggs. ◊
Blue Light
Let's stare at the screens that highlight out faces And take away our lives one click at a time. ◊
What of those things that move me?
What of those things that move me? Like the defiant panache of Hamilton A precocious intellect, no doubt Brought back to life by that fastidious historian And that fearsomely fantastic composer What of those things that move me? Like direct orders from Anis Mojgani To shake the dust and Rock the fuck out What of … Continue reading What of those things that move me?
