The Hope of The Moon
As I feel the shame of my nasty habits hanging by my flesh
A crescent moon in the sky appears
She may not be the hope in a God far away
Or the expectation of a God yet to come
But like the smile on a slobbering dog's face
She finds the place within my heart that is
still voided by manmade pleasure
When everything else falls into darkness
This symbol of Dian is the best we have
To brighten spirits weighed heavy by their
problems.
These works of the Creator are his to show
us that sobriety is possible, if though a lifelong process.
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Poetry is important to my life because it gives me a way of saying things I never imagined were in me. My poems deal with all kinds of subjects, my attitude on today's culture, art, corporations, nature, etc. But these aren't the only things that I write about in my poetry. I don't have a favorite poet, but probably Michael McClure is the poet I have learned the most from, from his readings on YouTube.
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