I started writing this as a journal in Word because it's easier for me to edit longer files that require thought in a word-processor and then paste them online. However, I type as I think and this came out more "poetic," at least so far as a disregard for conventions of grammar and punctuation are concerned :) So, I decided it was just about as easy to upload the file here as “poetry,” though I’m not sure I qualify as a poet ;)
“The trouble with poet is
How do you know it’s deceased?
Stick to priest.”
--Sweeney Todd, the demon barber of Fleet Street
“The trouble with poet is
How do you know it’s deceased?
Stick to priest.”
--Sweeney Todd, the demon barber of Fleet Street
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I am who I am and I will hide it from most of the rest of the world if I must, but hiding from myself serves no good purpose. There is joy in knowing what I am, even if many are too blind to see. I just have a sad jag now and then . . . .
What a grand last line. Says it all.
:)
V.
And thanks for the fav. Not only do I thank you for your appreciation of my work, but that also gets it a line or two on someone else's user page . . shines whatever light I have a little farther . . . :)
V.
Three Shades of Awesome is what that is.
"For this, you die in your sleep."
Heh... okay, I have a bit black sort of a humor. Anyway, very insightful, it actually strikes me as a bit bold to post a work like this, this gives a lot about yourself. Great little piece, I enjoyed reading this.
Just checked one thing. I have read every single piece from your gallery. And I have been impressed, I have said that a couple of times. Damn... I have to do something about it...