Sud America and the Soundtrack of Tomorrow
It is the lit candle in the center of
The room
It is the brisk, fall infused breeze wafting
Through the window
It is the present, confounded by the future playing to the sound
Of tomorrow
It is the noise of the indecipherable that is the lullaby of
A troubled mind
It is the smiles and sounds of the endeared that quench the
Thirsty heart
It is in the thousands of pages and conversations of the inconsequential
That heal the bruised ego
It is the fear of an early death that life is lead
With reckless abandon
It is the temperament of the unknowable that causes mystery
To reign supreme
It is in everything that nothing
Is found
And
It is here, amongst the madness of the rote and mundane
It is here, amongst the beauty of everyday life
It is hear, amongst the arid rain, that frolicking existence
Runs away every day only
To be assured that tomorrow
Will arrive
posted by they call me the R at 21:19
1 Comments:
i know i'm late in reading and responding here, but holy crap, how did NOONE respond to this -- or does no one read these?
forget school, just stick with writing. So you don't make money as easily and you don't make money as often as you would as a lawman, the world needs to know this work, keep writing and i'll keep reading.
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