“For my thoughts are not your thoughts and neither are your ways my ways.”
Above poem was written by Astarius Miraculii
Her Stories...
I can tell you her stories,
always a different girl in another time.
All her failures and her glories
molded and minted and now,
so defined.
From Kings and Queens
to vermin and swine,
all her coping by artificial means,
She searches for answers
while I seek the divine.
My head held high
so she can move on.
She cries out, “why?”,
I say, what’s done is done.
She shuffles along,
on her face a sad frown.
I don’t have the luxury - thinking of all the wrong.
If I did, we would both drown.
gmj~inside out
always a different girl in another time.
All her failures and her glories
molded and minted and now,
so defined.
From Kings and Queens
to vermin and swine,
all her coping by artificial means,
She searches for answers
while I seek the divine.
My head held high
so she can move on.
She cries out, “why?”,
I say, what’s done is done.
She shuffles along,
on her face a sad frown.
I don’t have the luxury - thinking of all the wrong.
If I did, we would both drown.
gmj~inside out