Those times I was distant,
those times spent alone
Those times I spent searching,
so far from the throne
Those times when I questioned,
the questions I asked
Those times never answered,
those times that contrast
Those times that were gifted,
those times that were not
Those times that were frozen,
those times that were hot
Those times I spent chasing,
myself being sought
Those times an illusion,
—the moment self taught
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Perversion
Because of perversion,
the straightest path bends
Because of perversion,
confusion befriends
Because of perversion,
all smiles a frown
Because of perversion,
up is now down
Because of perversion,
the truth is a lie
Because of perversion,
a pig seeks to fly
Because of perversion,
all evil portends
Because of perversion,
—this world will soon end
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: July 2nd, 2017 09:19
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 44
Comments3
Thanks, Cat!
Kurt
Enjoyed as always
Thanks, A. Always great to hear from you.
Kurt
I do like both of them!
Mahalo
Thanks, Fred.
Happy 4th!
Kurt
And a very happy 4th of July weekend to you too!
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