You would turn me away,
Your own flesh and blood,
Because of something beyond my control.
So your gratitude and ignorant love,
Mean nothing, once the truth is told. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #64 – F.A.M.I.L.Y.”
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Moonlit Musings – Confucius
Night Without
Ignorance was the blanket I used to block out the sky.
Is it hard to fathom why the outside terrifies,
The deepest, realest part of me? You see:
Night can never come too soon. It’s just enough
Of the light, of the knowledge to slowly show me
The truth of society’s consuming darkness –
Mind tricks and head games: merely symptoms of our illness. Continue reading “Moonlit Musings – Confucius”
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