Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Wednesday, 20 June 2012

Out of control

The truth, it twists and turns,
As an out of control serpent,
That devours as it covers-
What was once known,
Becomes suddenly unknown.
What was blissfully super-seen,
Becomes clearly unseen.
And the harder the reality,
The bigger the real dream.
And then all that is ever left,
Is the remnant of non-being,
For the trails of poison hatred
Leave need of healing kindness.


1 comment:

  1. Great poem J. Touched a nerve in a good way.