Heresy



Never say never,
Or perhaps it can't be done.

Heresy is like
Opals in a church with
Pain, and remorse is all an
Emissary can take with him.

Flying is for birds
Or airplanes, man is no
Rider of the wind.

Help is not to be found,
Even with pious incantations.
All that you have is
Voice and vocation,
Eventually ending in air,
Nothing more.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2007-05-12 at 00:49

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Saga
Now this is a thought, a true thought!!
2007-05-14


Rob Graber
Well, as Freud pointed out, knowing we are on our own is at least something: it motivates us to develop what real resources we do have at our disposal... Like the write, Bob!
2007-05-12