Thursday, May 11, 2017

poem of the day May 11


There was a time
when there was
no need to fed
anything but 
the small beast
When riding meant
getting on the horse
to run free in the
wild wilderness
But today in these
evolving bars of light
I say stay on the horse
and gallop hard
Jump over those dreams
that are now fenced in by
the wires of an alien mind

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