Chill the window pane on my warm brow, Tattered, shredded, drifting mist Floating by, silently enveloping Faces, forms, shapeless shadows, Treading, wandering, fleeting, Passing, moving, fading. Somewhere, whispering voices Distinct, lucid, faint, and distant, Near echoes stormy ocean waves Vying relentlessly with solid land, And there sway faint phantom trees. Here am I, confined, four …
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A Blind Man’s Cry
Tripping, stumbling, wandering, Dusty, gritty, and dirty, Parched mouth, fumbling hands, Eyes darkened, blinded Hustle, bustle, tossed here and there, Stamping crowds, a thousand Murmuring voices of disharmony. Fallen, beggar, wounded, lost, Sinful, sitting by the wayside, Two-fold aspect of being Eternally woven and bound, Earthen body – immaterial spirit Sightless windows, eyes veiled, Trampled …
The Medicine Man
Start the live stream, turn the volume high, Put on your best Sunday tie, Turn off your brain, the thinking kind; Get ready to receive a mass-produced mind, And clasp the hand of the Medicine Man He's so factual, all the specialists are his fan! He'll take you to a tolerant place And with soft …
The Inkless Pen 