- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Cry of the True Realist
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The fabric of life is intricately woven.
Any thread can have an effect upon this clothing of life.
Not one thread should be overlooked.
Overlook no thread….not one.
But of course by the ways of indifference and disbelief in the unifying grandeur there will be oversight.
But the fortitude of each thread against that nothing happens always….
It is grown like a giant.
You watch….you enjoy the ease of your new movement toughness brings.
You see the real clothes humanity wears.
Their hidden desires.
Secret wants.
Needs from the beginning time.
You see lust of the simple.
You see a need to roll in the vitality of it all.
A feeling junkie uses his addiction wisely….
Because wisdom is a feeling also.
It is spoken to oneself like a hope………..
“I will try to be wise”….
“I must sense my addiction will not be a detriment”.
Ah the cry of a true realist…..”I must learn my humanity”.
