Tag: Poetry
Did Trump blow up the world?
Hollow Point
Round and Round
Cycles of light, cycles of darkness, round and round we go. Turning on our axis, not straying from our orbit, round and round we go. Progressives and Conservatives pass through the political turnstile. Round and round we go. We are the proverbial dog chasing their tail. Are you seeing a pattern here? We’re barking up the wrong tree.
Morning Thoughts
“Life is an exercise in futility. Ethos and pathos are disingenuous by design. It’s the lie we tell ourselves as we hide behind false faces and distill empty platitudes for the benefit of none and to the detriment of all. Humanity is an alien concept to most people.”
Three Steps
Life consists of a repetition of three steps, each designed to trip us up. Step one, fail. Step two, learn. Step three, move forward.
T J Therien