I rained in my dull halo rut
and while a weak part of me longed
for paving or her greener pastures,
my tears puddled cess-pooling mud.
It spattered the halo wheel turning,
repeating emotion in circles,
reheating cooled memory blood.
My martyr wreath, tread milling rut.
GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS
AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS
SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE
I step out of the picture
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when it attracts attention
About Me
- Diz
- An observer of life and fairly reluctant participant. It's all about control...self control. And the point of this blog? Exploration of ideas and recording patterns in my life. I believe in... appreciating life, seeing the value in difference, in daring, in innovation and in honed skills.