Holding The MotiveThat a pipe could unwind.Holding The Motive2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
That those fumed about it could get smoked.
That the cataclysmic circulation circle doesn't croak,
Affirming its grooves to unclear moves.
That these terminating tunnels should desist
Because history and modern generation's twists cannot coexist
For the simple fact their intersections contradict.
Before a pending collision is served,
Promise me that this will be preserved.
That's what. And that's why... twice.
Paths, Untraveled and OtherwiseTwo paths met in the golden wood,Paths, Untraveled and Otherwise1 hour ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
It was clear I could take only one that day.
Neither started with better claim, one wanting for wear but all the same,
A stranger I had never met had passed that way not moments before.
I watched him as he took a step, my distance I made sure I kept,
The dappled light between the leaves dancing upon the carpeted floor.
Pity shaded through my heart, painful sympathy on my part,
For the path that he’d passed over because it had been traveled too often before.
“Certainly,” To myself I say. “It’s tempting to travel the little-known way.
Perhaps if things happened differently I would take that same path myself.
But jaded as the words might be, things unknown are often ill suited to me.
The adventure that follows the unknown paths has never agreed with my health.”
“For on my part I’ve come to understand, that the struggles brought by strangers in strange lands,
Can be avoided completely if only one listen
the power of onebite our tonguesthe power of one4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
not saying what we mean
what lives in our hearts
the one truth
feeding our vanity
in this dance of
is nothing changes
when we speak
single lone voice
to the world seems weak
but what if our words
like the sun
the power of one