I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
On all the wagons Moving in all directions My tea is totaled
By D. J. Reddalla day ago in Poets
The brave warrior Serves one, terrible master: Insatiable death
By D. J. Reddall4 days ago in Poets
Alone I remain Unfit for any other Way of being here
By D. J. Reddall6 days ago in Poets
Beware the orange troll, my little lads and lasses, Lest his eyes fix on your assets, your labor or your asses! The lips that lie, and hunger for all things
By D. J. Reddall7 days ago in Poets
Take away respect There can be no trust and no Sincere devotion
Propriety permits propinquity Provided that all our drawers stay up Selecting art's harmless society We taste of, but do not drain, lust's warm cup
You will wonder how this can be the world You will believe in elaborate lies with perfect sincerity Your dutiful patience will be a fat vein for hungry teeth
By D. J. Reddall8 days ago in Poets
The raucous gratitude of starved ravens Drowns out the quiet speech of sanity All of our warm, familiar, clean havens Become cold, arid, hostile and filthy
By D. J. Reddall9 days ago in Poets
When I was just a lad, my parents told me that we were going to see the ocean. I was not a clever lad. I thought they meant that the ocean is someone, whom you could pay a visit if you liked.
By D. J. Reddall11 days ago in Fiction
Slay your enemies Thus will you inspire those Who yearn for revenge
By D. J. Reddall12 days ago in Poets
Here is no synonym of loneliness Solitude suffonsifies and sustains I feel evening’s mischievous caress My modest light, a sparkling watch maintains
By D. J. Reddall13 days ago in Poets
Why do you mistake Your desire for things for Proof you deserve them?
By D. J. Reddall19 days ago in Poets
