| A brief tale of life in general! |


A Midday SceneStreets of manyA Midday Scene
Streets of play
We wait in turns,
See their gait.
We listen happy,
We listen here.
"Howdy do"
"Happy day!"
Children walk the streets.
They laugh so gay!
Wish them happy,
Wish them well!
As all their story I soon to tell!


EntropyInspired by nothing,Entropy
Inspired by day, When men weep, When Holy women pray.
Men, who hold counsel in courts, Men, who weep in solitude.
Women, holy, yet of graven image to holy those in past, Women, holy in sight of themselves, holy in tears.
Disciples, in all nature, yet with the sinners they are counted, Disciples, holding hands and counting the times they call a god.
A time with bananas on bookshelves, A time with no blood on knife of hand, Too Personal!


ToleranceSetting foot upon ground, I came to a precipice.Tolerance
Seeing what was beyond, I let down guard.
Serving a greater good, I would tell myself.
Seeing no ground, I took a leap.
Setting myself against the surface behind, I slowed my descent.
Seeing that I was falling to quickly, I gave in to the fall.
Serving something more than I could see, I forgot there was not.
Setting myself against the floor, I woke up from a daze.
Seeing my hallucination was over, I called to a friend. &nb
I appreciate it.
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"If the desire to write is not accompanied by actual
writing . . . then the desire was not to write"
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