From our very youth We are institutionalized, Subjected to regiment, And creatively we die. We are placed in a mold And injected to form That which is pliable, The expected norm. We grow up predictable And devoid of individuality, For we’re shunned if we Display it, and that in reality Is the paramount tragedy.
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‘I’d rather get my ass whipped with a plank ‘Than go to a dinner party.’ For these words We have Billy Bob Thornton to thank As for morning’s songs we thank the birds. Now listen here and you listen good…
Shelley was a classic Leo who was long thought erroneously to have Taurus rising. According to Mark Shulgasser, “the generally accepted birth time has placed 26 Sagittarius on the ascendant, which makes so much more sense, and then Jupiter is the chart ruler, squeezed between Neptune and Mars in the 9th house, a perfect set-up…
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Born today was he who painted this portrait of a young woman with a water jug. The blue is rich, the geometry superb, and light flowing in from the window a miracle of air and sky. The painting hangs at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. As for the other fellow born…
I picked up a sapphire stone and looked through its crystallites– The dirty river was all blue. More at http://madswirl.com/author/hadhikar/. The post A Different River | Haris Adhikari appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
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