My mind
strives for meaty
pieces of love, stirring
strangled wails from empty airways
choked dead.
.
My mind
strives for meaty
pieces of love, stirring
strangled wails from empty airways
choked dead.
.
Cinquain, Compassion, Depression, Etudes, Isolation, Love, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by edr33 on March 20, 2013 - 2:08 pm
http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/c/carljung125683.html
I really enjoy your mind, your work….keep ’em coming!
#2 by Carl on April 3, 2013 - 2:43 pm
Thank you for the Jung quotation. It is a favorite. And thank you for commenting.
#3 by clinock on March 22, 2013 - 1:23 am
Wowzers Carl – “meaty pieces of love” – I’m with you bro…
#4 by Carl on April 3, 2013 - 2:44 pm
Thank you for being right there, John!
#5 by clinock on April 4, 2013 - 2:44 am
Always…