A Poem, "Finding Homeland"
How do you describe poetry? It's practically a contradiction in terms. Take from my musings whatever you like. Ignore them, if you will. But describing poetry doesn't work very well in my world.
Begging not the lofty ears of ideology's purported graces,
Felling their empty vessels
Speaking in tongues varied, walking calmly amid the storms of Time's races.
Waste not the deeds of man, upon Time's demand,
When asked to show your hand,
And bring it back, over your shoulder; your roots; your homeland.
Gracious be, for lest it be, something taken away,
to find appreciation in thee.
So long . . . and good night
Felling their empty vessels
Speaking in tongues varied, walking calmly amid the storms of Time's races.
Waste not the deeds of man, upon Time's demand,
When asked to show your hand,
And bring it back, over your shoulder; your roots; your homeland.
Gracious be, for lest it be, something taken away,
to find appreciation in thee.
So long . . . and good night
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