Poetry

Doubt

Sown in the middle of the day Sometimes it strikes during the night But it’s when someone speaks of the decay We see just how dreadful the story really is…

The Story

We toed that line Brain-twisting dysfunction by sublime Who was to say we weren’t in orbit Tumbling down, like we got blindsided Down there was no form to be true…

Mystery

The words He uses them to tell of pure delight Oh man, Oh man do you see the mountain rising Its crest is sheltered over the sunlight Casting upon the…

A Higher Law

Question my mind The answer was unimaginable Subscribe to a higher law it told me And the writ law no longer applies to you What do you mean? I mean,…