Tag Archives: A life in poems

Eating his steak
Off a broken plate…

When all eyes are closed
The world disappears…

It’s better to stand when the wind wants to knock you down
Keep your head in the clouds before it’s kept underground…

Meaning and sound
In delicate harmony…

There’s a hole in the sale
As the wind’s blowing strong…

Lend him a hand
But don’t chop it off…

We consume clashing narratives
Just a few know the truth…

When all the walls
Are closing in…

You can keep moving forward
If you’ve any strength left…

Still air disturbed
By the pendulum’s start…