My life
is now
I see
one stone
of a
very long
path leading
to somewhere
unknown to
me yet
known to
my future
as home
Category: Poetry
TooLate
Most things
are and
many more
will never
be and
the only
thing that
is always
is once
it’s too
late then
it’s too
late for
forever more
Ergo
Most things
are brainless
some things
lack reasoning
ergo idiots
must be
the happiest
of all
for knowledge
brings questions
and questions
bring problems
and problems
bring answers
and answers
bring questions
and on
we go
ergo God
next time
make me
an idiot
that is
if I’m
not already
There’ll
We each
are leaves
and snowflakes
unique moving
haphazardly bumping
swirling dancing
until at
last we
rest there
and there
and here
there and
there and
here again
Snowy
The dark
sky turned
white with
the feathers
of Heaven
my blinds
barely conceal
I can
still see
you sleeping
shepherd boy
resting next
to me
