we see the light
the light of blight
in our minds it's the craze
we ingest it in our ways
trip on the invisible
slip on the divisible
cryptic delusional
crept in confusin all
do we know how or when?
do we care if foe or friend?
time has seen its procession
all included in succession
you think it wise
you it will evermore despise
it left you a mark
transparent yet it's dark
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 24, 2010
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Poetic Sojourn
Puddles, rain collects
Tears from a despondent god
Drinking the silky silence of a fear
That is out of my reach and into your hands
My hands cup around the drops
And time stirs with the bitter
Then falls thru the cracks in my hands
Trickles past my parched lips
To lay fallow in my sentient bowels
I don't pretend to understand
Anything about this life, about what it's like to be a god
But there's something about drinking raindrops
That makes me realize, I know all I need to know
I'm wet now, soaked thru, bone-drenched
Saliferous flow irrigating the soul
Nourishing the movement for where it needs to grow
Here alone springs a garden from tears
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 1, 2010
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Poetic Sojourn
