Voltaire
The BlockInside of my mind is ever winter, Ideas grow and bloom then wither, The Fruit born rotting on the vine, a darkened space within my mind,The Block
I close my eyes and try to force it, the memory that once was clear, The withered thoughts evaporate, and with a breath they dissappear.
I stare for hours, seconds, years unblinking at the blank white screen, hoping, wishing, praying, pleading Needing just to feel the Dream
My eyes burn from lack of sleep from chasing the muse i cannot keep and as the hours melt from the clock I still sit and strugg
The CemetaryThe stone angels guard against the light. Stone crosses bear the weight of the silence. Here no one argues and no one fights. Here there is no threat of violence.The Cemetary
Here is peace resting six feet deep Angels shadows fall on holy soil where they eternally sleep
here there are no wars because it doesn't matter who is your neighbor.
The stone angels are a monument to the peace which surrounds this quiet glade as the silent clouds glide by.
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In the Immortal words of Socrates.... I drank what?!?
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