Tuesday, February 16, 2010

LEARN

I sought and pursued
Unsought, unwanted.
I died to my dying
My specter now haunted
My living, my waking
In its mask it taunted
And won the gold
Turned it to lead
The new birth of my soul
Is dead.
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Lost Narnian said...

These poems posted this month so far are all older ones...mostly from my very early 20's...they show a less mature, more innocent individual... often wracked with good old protestant guilt. Feel free to skip any of these if you are looking through. Most of the newer stuff is much more interesting. I thought I'd post them all here just to keep the collection more or less complete. I have more to add that were never typed up...and I may or may not do so in the future.

February 16, 2010 at 5:17 PM

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