blank slate the denial of human nature

sometimes

sometimes i think
i might tell
that theres
a rhyme

for a time
its as tho someone
was there who could
be amoungst the others

one who saw so much
only sometimes the thoughts
overwhelm
and are so many
like forevers upon forevers

they randomly come
unprepared to see the
clusters knotted
dressed upon all linen
they will be found

when u watch out for the land
late when noone he


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

.....have you got the things that i sent you off your brother yet?

peace and love.....

Mark Ezra Merrill said...

no, his brother has not delivered as yet.
Brien - can you change ur blogger settings so we can see the DATE u've written ur poems?

DAD

DAD
My Father by Mark Merrill