Said something, anything,
it could’ve meant nothing,
everything, to everyone, everywhere,
or they simply don’t care to compare,
then there’s the possibility of warfare,
hoping instead, they’ll share in this affair.
Tag: consciousness
Grey
A past that’s dark
Tomorrow’s a fight
we’ve missed the mark
but what is right?
A corruption of thought
Refined to expect
Manifesting what’s taught
It’s what we project
What is the I
That afflicts us all
A damaging cry
The path to our fall
The search for grace
A continuous spin
Can’t find that place
It’s already within
Tied to the things
Words and thoughts
They all seem to sing
Listen to Watts
It’s game to play
And falls away you see
Immerse in grey
There is no key
This poem is spent
Do not get stuck
The words are cement
I bid you good luck
-Geary LeBell