may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!

Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA

Friday, January 13, 2012


PTSD and you want to forget war memories
Sounds of bombs/wounds/noise /death
The smell of facts too close to skin
Here forgetting is healing

Exams require rote repetition of irrelevant data
Here your Art Of Remembering aids
All add up to a better grade

Age and the fog settles in -no plane can land
Whole geographies of personal histories fade
No choice when Al Zheimer comes to stay
Your life gets erased away

You do not know.You do not want to know
Don't ask,don't tell when it comes to love's mistakes
Here forgetting is a form of healing
to live,one must accept limits

And these lines.Today.All will fade
Far away a land where Nothing reigns
This is where all facts go to rest
They stay because there is nowhere else to play

I forget why.

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