Driftwood
The cooling, quenching current has
captured yet another drifting, petrified soul
pushing, pulling, bobbing, floating
toward the open sea of acquiescence.
‘Tis impossible to refuse, to resist
‘tis only possible to resign, to forfeit
For what lies ahead can, in all the greatest
of presumptions, be only benevolent.
If t’were I on said journey, would I ignore,
nay, impugn logic of truth & familiarity?
Say I, if the choice be mine
halcyonically will I evolve.
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Love Eternal | 1 | 05/25/2010 |
| The Augmentation of My Breasts | 2 | 05/25/2010 |
| Without | 1 | 05/25/2010 |
| EXIT WOUND | 1 | 05/25/2010 |
| Driftwood | 0 | 05/24/2010 |
| Death of a Tart | 1 | 05/24/2010 |
| Mere Mortals | 2 | 05/24/2010 |
| Chocolate Love | 2 | 05/24/2010 |
| Rememberin' | 1 | 05/24/2010 |
| Fleshtones | 0 | 12/28/2009 |
| Forty-Somethi ng |
0 | 11/16/2009 |
| I Am | 0 | 11/09/2009 |
| WORDS | 0 | 11/09/2009 |
| Left-Handed Need Not Apply | 0 | 10/13/2009 |
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