I want to be a poet.
I want to be an artist.
Does it begin with blogs?
I want the world to see
the pots for shatt'ring made-
and shove it down their throats.
I want the pots to know it's all
a lie and love their Potter-Pater.
They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. Going their way they went and wept: scattering their seed. But returning, they shall come with joyfulness: bringing their sheaves with them.
2 comments:
Wow. You are amazing. This is a large bit of what's really real in your life.
I think it's a large bit of my p. 218.
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