“It’s better to be dead than ignorant.
It’s better to be an illusion
than a headless chicken.
It’s surely better
to be safe
than sorry.”
These were the words spoken to me
since the days of my
Freudian odyssey -
I already know how the
reasoning ends.

Infancy like Newton’s cradle,
fatherhood like battle scars;
it’s now the time
to fear the weight behind
mother’s parables.

The sermon of reflection
is carefully ingrained
within integrity’s continuum,
a non-entity.

When grandad kicks the bucket
will he sigh
“What a way to put an end
to politics”?
Last edited by Bleed Away at Jan 20, 2015,