Monday, April 18, 2011

Sentient Blessings

foraging for sweet nothings, sustenance,
fixated in backgrounds, with shadows bound;
flowers thrown, wilt and whither, unnoticed,
digging fallow soil, madness certain if
what is, ceases to be, a background hum
of nourishment, water found by the roots;
can we be reached in recesses of life?
what futile, needless tragedy must shock,
rock the foundations of our incessant
needs, weeds in the garden of time, we cry
for what is right at our feet, thrown out with
the barren dirt, we continually
want to hurt, we crave starvation and thirst
forever cursed with ... sentient blessings

3 comments:

  1. what futile, needless tragedy must shock,
    rock the foundations of our incessant
    needs, weeds in the garden of time...

    dang, wish i would have wrote that...tight

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  2. A lament that we can all relate to, I think.

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