I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
You can handle this I made everything golden Falling is easy
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
What sort of flower needs the protection Of a slightly ridiculous, plumed knight? From what deranged imagination Came this preposterous, floral fight?
Only one fog can Make a human being look Like an animal
Once upon a time Anything could become a Thrilling adventure
Slowly, we drown in noise devoid of a signal Inundated by inanities, we ignore genuine wisdom Lost in loud information, terribly trivial
Understanding is Only required by one Of the forms of love
Four hundred stories Poems, essays, articles Your eyes give them life
Ancient, magic words Ought to be heard more often Mind your own business
Everything we make We can betray, or destroy Or simply forget
A sugar sweet gift: This small, origami fox Nestled in my palm Fair are your myriad forms Fly to me in the fairest
Beware the zealous Believer who silences All who dare dissent
Many have asked if these proud hounds are mine In truth, I am blessed to belong to them Without them, on sand I would nightly dine
