tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29371335.post1255225421247654023..comments2023-08-27T02:53:37.078-07:00Comments on human paradox: the leavesHuman Paradoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298152454302764517noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29371335.post-85143438064463586812013-09-23T09:54:51.603-07:002013-09-23T09:54:51.603-07:00I wish too much sir, but may you be blessed with a...I wish too much sir, but may you be blessed with a cold beer.<br /><br />Your last stanza nails it all down.<br /><br />Brother Olliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07506492407482879487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29371335.post-7076607311564637212013-09-15T20:50:02.318-07:002013-09-15T20:50:02.318-07:00I don't think any of us are to know who we rea...I don't think any of us are to know who we really are. The constant state of confusion can never be completely controlled or reined in. Why should it? What would poetry be like? Smugness that comes with the conceit of believing you've found yourself. Constant indigestion, I'd say. Nice poem.Square Cornerhttp://thesquarecorner.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29371335.post-77936018745380727752013-09-14T21:46:09.743-07:002013-09-14T21:46:09.743-07:00i rarely say a word but now ...maybe it's the ...i rarely say a word but now ...maybe it's the dark mornings and the twilight between the clouds but you touch me...and i project that maybe somewhere we really have each other as someone...to grab...that idea that floats me still when i'm drowning..thanks ..anyway for being thereAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com