Join Date: Mar 2004
Location: Harrison, AR, USA
A simple poem that occurred to me
Dreaming Becomes Us
by Ted A.Thompson
What we really desire
Neither crown, nor a thorn,
Just One Light overhead and no other.
A heart beating fire
Each decision untorn,
A clear path that leads home, lest we smother.
Like a moth to the pyre
To our ends we are sworn,
And the Devil may care what we'd druther.
Yet to what we aspire,
For that, we were born,
And one foot always follows another.
Kinda like some artsy fartsy painting. If you don't understand it, it must be good. Thompson's Rool. Learn it, know it.
The Bad Ted
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