WELCOME
..and here are a few things to keep in mind:
This blog contains mostly my poetry and a few thoughts from time to time. The thoughts will be entered when and wherever I feel necessary to keep things in proper order. Thoughts and things not belonging to me will be denoted with asterisks. Poems will be archived by the date which they were written, not by that which they were posted. I tend to update things a month or few after being written so as to keep current issues from wandering unattended around the web.
Enjoy...
[somberlife was first created July 11, 2004]
“The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
Wicked
Something wicked,
this way comes.
I can feel it,
feel it well.
It’s coming, coming,
Can’t you tell?
Inside us all,
it’s there, deep inside,
corrupting each and all.
We can’t escape it.
We can’t hide it.
It’s there for always,
Turning us against each other.
Sometimes we must stop,
stop to pick the gravel out,
out of our eyes.
Thus allowing us to see,
see clearly, what it is we do
to others, thinking only of ourselves.
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