Deep Poetry for Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Writing down words Scripting the mind to endless realms Making Peace Conquering Wars Defeating odds againsts Having Love Losing It Thoughts of higher things Destruction of dark secrets Maybe Keeping things Losing Them To Rhyme Throw it on the line Anything Poetry Sign in to see full entry.

The past is a finer place to live, There are miracles, fit to give A martyr goose-flesh, A pope a stroke; And willy-nilly, all things betoken The past is a finer place to go, To visit, or to watch the show You'll see yourself, As you were then; Hells-bells, you weren't broken. Sign in to see full entry.