Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Monday, August 29, 2022

"Strange Tides"

 Strange tides

Rhoetry's intentions came a-calling just today

Blasting mind's connections to the scenes along the way

Meaningless relations as a substitute for life

Faulty alterations made; each moment, then, is rife

Parading right on down the street of pain

Glorifying rites of hurricane

Exaltations in attempt to just exist

False confessions made to heart that can't resist

Shatter now that mirror into shards

Pour it down the rabbit hole that guards

The nightmare 'gainst the dreams of stranger tides

Of life that has a meaning and intent

Along the ridge of life the specter rides

Until you learn to love, it won't relent


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