Human Work

I’m experimenting with a new style. What do you think? Poem 205 of 365 – Work doesn’t help self.Humans in brokenness, in result do works.Results and fruitlessness make humans weak.Weak self makes indulgence easy. We cannot create the answers we need. Easy indulgence makes self weak.Weak humans make fruitlessness and results.Works do result in brokenness […]

TABULA RASA.

It’s Latin, but I promise I’m not doing it to be bougie. Poem 196 of 365 – The path to the altar is worn;The grass trails away from it in increments, like a tattered shirt.My footsteps are heavy as I carry a corpse over my shoulder.My conscience is weighted as I imagine your cold stare. I’m […]