StraddleA Poem by Pete"I might steal your diamonds but I'll bring you back some gold." - Gregg AllmanWith one foot in hell. The other in Plato's plain. One hundred and eighty degrees. This thing called life. Mathematical and melancholy. Clawing at us. Tearing at us. Owning us. Asphalt versus no-fault. Coming to a screeching halt. A concept or a calamity? Am I alive or dancing in perpetuity? What is reality? Where does it end and dreams begin? You know the music but forgot the steps. Tormented with tantrums. Tangoing with truth. You can hear the violins. Like Stradavarius dragging his bow. Across the strings and over the river. Universal and perfect. An ideal or a formula? Cloaked in an argument. A transcending tree of truth. Is it alive or dead? Look at its branches. Eat of its fruit. Certainty is an abstraction. A sanctifying distraction. Make up your mind. Choose a side. Drop your quarter in the jukebox. Wait for the music. Start dancing a soulful ... ... straddle ... © 2018 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on March 22, 2018Last Updated on March 26, 2018 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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