Random scribblings -- poems, song lyrics, novel excerpts, maybe a short story a time or two, possibly even a drawing once in a while, an occasional rant -- from the last 25 years or so, with no claim made for their merit or value, simply a demonstration of their existence.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
The world is not poetry, they keep on telling him
Life is not poetry, they insist
But he knows they are wrong, it is so
Just as he knows the messiah will come
When the righteous accept his words into their heart