the edge

poem

the edge

these words are not for those who fear

these words are not for those who hide

i neither fear nor hide

these words are for those

who live on the edge

you will find me there

whoever said it is better to have loved and lost

than never to have loved

did not love enough

love and death are close neighbors

if you mistrust me

ask william shakespeare or edgar allen poe

they sang the truth of death and trouble

for trouble thou art named  woman

it did not help poe to write like this

and it will not help me

i hear death behind me

close

i am waiting

frig you death         frig you

i will pay for this later

this is the way we live now isint it

get now pay later

does death most seek those who want to live

you poets break this down

tear it apart          analyze it

you may be better poets   you are not better philosphers

i am in a black time so remember

be gentel with your judgements 

we are all family

what if thier was no more internet

and we  had to live face to face again

unclench your fist

and i will shake your hand

dont live on the edge  unless you can handle it

some circles get smaller

some presume to know me

who never sounded my depth

they merely played in the riffles

am i uncivilized

we are all animals at different levels

there is no beast more savage than man

with power answerable to his rage

plutarch

i asked for it

i got it

i will live with it

on the edge

for all is vanity   and vexation of sprit

solomon

when others my opinion sway

it is not mine

ronald  adams

Reviews

[...]

. you are brilliant ... i think i identify with almost every word and every thought that you so clearly express ... i particularly relate to the part where you speak about the internet ... i think that somehow the internet and its trappings have become more important than poetry ... i think the internet gives poets a rare opportunity to interact and connect ... not at a superficial level but at a spiritual level ... indeed, there are philosophers and there are poets ... you are an infinitely poetic philosopher or an infinitely philosophical poet ... this was a very rewarding read ... thank you for these words, monsieur ...

[Emily B]

I fear and hide. The edge is mine.