Patient submission lies in
The manner you see the horizon:
The sky is your hopes
The sea, your plans
The wind churning waves
The wheel in your hands
Archives for April 2020
Weeds
And now I would like
To rely on a rhyme
And venture to show you
To watch for a sign
What glitters and glistens
Is not always gold
What starts out as new
Is destined to get old
How clever it seems
And how clever it gets
Though stupid it is
In reality. Let’s
See how clever it seemed
And how clever it got
Though stupid it was
In reality. What
Have you done with the minute
You spent on this bit
For a payoff that wasn’t
Worth any of it
To rely on a rhyme
And venture to show you
To watch for a sign
What glitters and glistens
Is not always gold
What starts out as new
Is destined to get old
How clever it seems
And how clever it gets
Though stupid it is
In reality. Let’s
See how clever it seemed
And how clever it got
Though stupid it was
In reality. What
Have you done with the minute
You spent on this bit
For a payoff that wasn’t
Worth any of it
Deluge
I lost my way
On the brightest day
For the path that was lit
Led to darkness
I found my sight
In the darkest night
When I drowned in the flood
Of His Nūr
On the brightest day
For the path that was lit
Led to darkness
I found my sight
In the darkest night
When I drowned in the flood
Of His Nūr
Giving
To not have the last word
Is a charity you can afford
Is a charity you can afford
Coughing
All my spite
Is just my soul
Coughing
Is just my soul
Coughing