Poems from Josiah Greenwood
Do I filter?
Yes.
Why?
For you, mostly.
I filter my anger and crassness
My faults and follies
My uncharitable thoughts
And many (but not...
My eyes drift open; here again
Silence rustles, and I fear
Although I know that good dwells here
I’ve been here often to this glen
Though...
I don’t feel like normal people
(Or at least, I don’t think so)
Simple emotions, certainly
Happiness, sorrow, anger
I run the normal gamut...
Sometimes I wonder
If madness sounds like civilization
Noisy music
Incessant hubbub and babble
The scrape of sandals on concrete
Breaths...
I do not care if the matter be dark or the tone grim.I care not if what is described be gore or sin.A well-turned phrase stirs attention...