02-21-2018, 02:04 PM
Hi Tiger, I will comment personally.
Terror
You're just afraid is all, that thing about fear. if only we could just bury fear instead of people.
that between the lines
of flapping white linens
hung to dry my head went to fondest memories of grandma doing laundry
a noon sun asserts a light
immune to reproach. I used to hide between the sheets and felt the sun on my face, safe there, clean
I see you squinting. this made me smile :
What you gonna do this part brought me to controversy
now that black is bulletproof made me think about sackcloth
and ricochets sound and a graveyard of folks who trusted
all around you?
Get the bourbon not bourbon, but the metaphor is strong
from the gun closet
and pour it on the wounds? sarcasm from the lips of someone frustrated or whose hands are tied
All I could see was a wonderful, beautiful poem written by a caring heart of a person.
Well, that's my take on it.
-nibbed
Terror
You're just afraid is all, that thing about fear. if only we could just bury fear instead of people.
that between the lines
of flapping white linens
hung to dry my head went to fondest memories of grandma doing laundry
a noon sun asserts a light
immune to reproach. I used to hide between the sheets and felt the sun on my face, safe there, clean
I see you squinting. this made me smile :
What you gonna do this part brought me to controversy
now that black is bulletproof made me think about sackcloth
and ricochets sound and a graveyard of folks who trusted
all around you?
Get the bourbon not bourbon, but the metaphor is strong
from the gun closet
and pour it on the wounds? sarcasm from the lips of someone frustrated or whose hands are tied
All I could see was a wonderful, beautiful poem written by a caring heart of a person.
Well, that's my take on it.
-nibbed
there's always a better reason to love