I would like
to write
a million poems
before I croak,
but given alcohol,
nicotine, the state
of my liver and
general bad luck,
I don't see it happening.
Don't mean a thing.
Ten or a million,
we do not sing to count,
we sing to sing.
~ mce
"What is the proper way to proceed when playing a game one is destined to lose." - Jennifer Dubois
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Take A Breath; Start Over.
I have struggled
against anger
at those I loved
who wronged me.
I have made
some progress.
Still incomplete,
but I will not surrender.
One day I will
book passage
on the ship
of compassion.
~ mce
against anger
at those I loved
who wronged me.
I have made
some progress.
Still incomplete,
but I will not surrender.
One day I will
book passage
on the ship
of compassion.
~ mce
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Why Do This Stuff?
Reality resides in the mind,
all dark shards and sharp edges;
the imagination
smooths and softens them
into something
bright and better.
Poetry is the great shaper;
the focusing lens.
To be a poet is to see
not what is
but what ought to be
with holy, burning intensity.
~ mce
all dark shards and sharp edges;
the imagination
smooths and softens them
into something
bright and better.
Poetry is the great shaper;
the focusing lens.
To be a poet is to see
not what is
but what ought to be
with holy, burning intensity.
~ mce
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