Month: January 2017

Inauguration

Ch.. ch.. ch..

changes…

turn and face the change….

Good or bad,

right? 

Bowie said it best: 

“Where’s your shame

you’ve left us up to our necks in it…”

We made this bed,

and until

we think

of “we”

as “us”

then  we

are screwed…

and the only victim

is ourselves,

and the only victor

is also

we. 

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The poet 

Early youth, 

and infancy,

are spent inside limitations. 

Adolescence arises 

and freedom is tempered

by the fears of our elders…

finally

we gain

a hint

of the unlimited,

and our creative spirit soars.

Though

this window

has limitations

too. 

If your inner voice

has a music,

and you follow

(with success) 

please beware: 

Better souls have preceded you,

and they now hold down

the soil. 

Once liberated 

from the shackles 

of paternal intentions

they burn brightly,

but oh so swiftly. 

Though if your words fall only

onto sheets of 

clean

white

paper…

well;

dim is your flame..

but long

it 

does

burn.