In the past I used to say God, take my headaches away Now, I say thank you for tribulation Because you've proven to me that I can overcome them I used to ask Remove the impossible people from my life path The ones I don't want to deal with Now I say thank you for those idiots For they have sharpened my senses I now recognise a foolish person by their shadow And though we sometimes wish to be young again We'd never want to be foolish again And the greatest gift one can obtain is wisdom
Black waters—deep and dark and still. All men have passed this way, or will.
Published by The Raintown Review and Blue Unicorn. Also translated into Romanian by Petru Dimofte. This is one of my early poems, written as a teenager. I believe it was my first epigram. Keywords/Tags: River Styx, death, Charon, ferry, passage, black, waters, deep, dark, still, undeniable, inescapable, eternal, eternity
we are surrounded by cluttered thinking is it surprising we need to light the torches of our minds burn through the misinterpretation flush out the decoy that has represented itself as truth find a passage think facts rescue our purpose
navigating yourself along the corridor of decisions realizing and executing are not the same behavior viewpoints from the passageway have to be rearranged choose wisely and make it a meaningful decision