Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Month: October, 2015

Worlds Within Me

I have things to say,
Which words cannot convey.

Worlds within me,
Dancing,
Needing life,
I cannot breathe.

Life as it would be,
Could be,
Should be.

If I can but speak the words,
That embody the ideals,
Then I’ll save the world.

I need a mystic chant,
An alchemy of nouns,
Pronouns,
And agitating adjectives.

They found me,
I found them.

We need a rhythm,
A rhyme,
Something that sways.

A hypnotic chant,
A rousing speech,
A argument that cannot be denied.

I have things to say,
Which words cannot convey.

Worlds within me,
Dancing,
Needing life,
I cannot breathe.

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Envy the Truly Young

Envy the Truly Young

Envy their follies,
Vanities,
And innocent naiveté.

Envy the freshness of their experience,
Sorrow,
And uncontrived pain.

Envy the Truly Young

For they know not what they do,
Say,
Or feel.

Pity the Old Soul

Pity their games,
Vanities,
And contrived ignorance.

Pity the irony of their experience,
Sorrow,
And self-pitying pain.

Pity the Old Soul

For they know not what they do,
Say,
Or feel.