by Lethe Bashar
The poet is the editor of Escape into Life, arts/culture web-zine and fine art auction. He is also working with an illustrator from Argentina on a graphic novel. Besides that he keeps up an essay-blog, The Blog of Innocence, that covers topics in the arts, social technology, and a general philosophy of life.
This poem was originally posted on Twitter as an experimental project in spontaneous poetry via Twitter with @paulokoba
each night I go to bed
a little bit later
I wake up in the morning
forgetting the past
days add up like coins in my pocket
I’m rich with hours
another little bit has passed
I find another hobby
swear to myself I’ll get healthy
another little bit has passed
I think about the news
write about my views
another little bit has passed
when will this world come to an end?
it seems so eternal right now
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i love potery i even write some of my own
here is one of my poems it is called red rose
Red Rose
Red the color of love
Rose a sweet smelling flower
What dose this red rose mean to u?
Is it the summer’s collection?
The winter’s foe?
The spring’s friend?
Or a simple smile in a book?
What dose this rose mean to you?
the mimic of blood and death the symbole of a funeral.