Sunday, May 17, 2009
Ramblings...
We live in a world
where priests of
mediocrity and
crusaders of
decadence make
the rules for you
to live by.
Won't it then,
be smothered in darkness?
I speak of things i feel, so primordial, that structured expression kills the essence. I speak of things i see. so easy to ignore, yet, so crucial I find release in the seeming disorder of my Poetry; the subtle signs i see.
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