Walking a Not-So-Fine LineA Poem by PeteThe mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation, and go to the grave with the song still in them. - ThoreauStradling the tracks of fate. Tightrope of transient time. Balancing bald belligerence and bashfulness. Fickle feet take me where I do not wish to tread. A masochistic mind conjures new pains. A fervid, bankrupt, bicameral heart burns with festoons of fascist fate and fastidious faith. My life searches for solvency ... © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 8, 2020 Last Updated on January 14, 2020 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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