Poems from Wassuhp
THE TIMES
The times we used to know,
Are gone.
And we watch as the flow,
Of the river goes on.
The seasons change,
And things grow strange...
The ability of man to be thoroughly “grown up” [out of mind out of state],
Does it not scare you? [do you not fear it?],
For what is there...
Here we go
Insert a multipluous
Multitude of swear words
My virgin ears though
Can’t keep the word flow
I’m drawing out my bow
Squinty eyes...
From the quiet dawn of the morning
To the tranquil dusk in the evening
The Love is shone
From the wooded trees of the forest
To the swampy...
It’s to have lived a life worth sharing
A treasure that will never be known by another soul
It’s a special reservation
An invitation
It’s...