How are we here supposed to ever know Wherein the virtue of this life doth lie? We could study the lore of years ago, Or too the things ahead could turn our eye. But where, in truth, does virtue yet... Continue Reading →
It takes its birth in a desire to live: To live a full, uncompromising life-- And does in its inherent form misgive, Being always press’d on the edge of a knife. It takes its form in willingness to die, In... Continue Reading →
Find me something sane in this world, And then I shall try for sanity. As it stands I prefer the more logical path That goes in the opposite direction-- The one I label Progress, Knowledge, and Truth, Yet the dilapidated sign still... Continue Reading →
Commonplace Poetry 