The Word

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My joy is silent

My sorrow mute

What is joy anyhow

The ego singing

What is sorrow

But self-abuse

So what is in the middle?

Nothing

And all

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 A Day and Night in Civilization



This world as any before; existence primeval

A test of ability; contest of gladiators

Ancient coliseum; modern arena

Stripped naked; boiled down

It’s all the same

Survival of the adaptors

Power of change to recreate the animal

Mercenaries all are we

Grapple, grab, assert; exhibitors of gain

This negative progression cannot compare

A knife wound is welcome happy relief



“Go ahead, read the small print; no!

the finer print; half that size

Now you understand" 

Why Am I Here

 I am a wanderer in this Life and have alighted here for a certain season.

Come, tarry awhile and share a bit of the road with me.