Search This Blog

FROM THE MULTI-POLAR MIND OF A RECOVERING EX-USER

not poetry, not purposeful, not pretending









...

Sunday, 22 May 2011

Questerly

I’m seizing my destiny,
Paying the price for me,
Choosing the best to be
By doing the quest that we

All count as reality -
From east to so westerly,
Lost years that have tested me:
There's home! At last - set me free.
Posted by at
Labels: , ,

3 comments:

  1. Garmonbozia23 May 2011 at 03:48

    Yet still the gossamer caress of those webs of maya can draw you in, like a moth to the flame

    ReplyDelete
  2. DreamFinder14 March 2012 at 01:04

    Impostor: you should let the readers of these verses know more about you - a more detailed profile - so that they have a biographical context to understand these verbal outbursts

    ReplyDelete
  3. DreamFinder14 March 2012 at 01:06

    Impostor: you should let the readers of these verses know more about you - a more detailed profile - so that they have a biographical context to understand these verbal outbursts

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)