2014-12-29-22-53-36_poetryx choose each moment how to act what to say

REST! REST! REST! It is finished he has said put no faith in your own hands

The million incandescent bulbs that line Gibbs St from Barrett Place to Main go out just after midnight. Stragg… smokers sit or stand in the alley

Everyone thinks they know what is best. The path they have chosen Must fit all. Knowledge of Right and wrong

Here comes the rain To wash away All the things the could have been Here comes the rain ( again) A cleansing flood

I have been proud I have considered myself wise I have thought that I was Far above The failures of others

You’re still My favorite person A thing Impervious to change Your memory

Take care In how you engage the battle of who can care less. though it may

Never again Will I be the means Used to deal my love an injury Never again

A powerful master Frequently cloaked Obscured by half truths Demands masked as duty Though there is nothing lovely in…

All the spaces between. All the things left unsaid. They are like the air packed into a vanilla milkshake

Youth is wasted Proving you are a man Seniority is wasted Lementing lost youth