Off Line

OFF LINE

Why spend each day of life on edge
Without taking time to pause or relax

Preacher, Teacher, Scientist, Anchor
There’s no sooth in their proffered proof

Better to simply watch their lips flapping
With the Sound on Mute and ears open

To that other unadvertised broadcast
To all those to whom it may concern

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 23, 2016, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. nice!
    & just like muting sportscasters
    to dj a more pleasant
    accompanying soundtrack 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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