we do not write about

ever truly free ourselves from what we have, and take a step into the unknown. I can't answer that, so your poem will have me thinking for a while. If we write about what we imagine, is this real progress i think yes. People who imagine a better world, normally strive for it. And in some cases change their world. See i told you it would have me thinking. Great poem Regards Roscoe..

Would be about adding punctuation. Other than that I think that its quite a striking write. The unknown is always a topic of interest for me. Constantly questioning, the meaningless violence, contempt for human life and emotion, the difficulty in showing emotion, finding passion and compassion. I think that its a really good topic.

Last time I wrote about the unknown, somebody else already knew it *L* For The Dreamers have all upped and died, and the Three men that I had admired the most had packed their bags and left for the Holy coast. Donnie/Sinbad Nice job, you start writing about the unknown, and the men with that white coat, will start strapping ya in. They are out there! They, they are every where. Bye Bye American Pie.

Yes, this is the poem to mark all words shattering the concepts that hold our worlds together. Well done! ~A The whole modern world has divided itself into Conservatives and Progressives. The business of Progressives is to go on making mistakes. The business of the Conservatives is to prevent the mistakes from being corrected. G.K. Chesteron

WHAT A LOVELY POEM OH ..,,, I CAN feel your words. we do not write about what we do not know the so-called visionaries in a frantic world savoring chances taken mourning lost opportunities advancing with unmatched passion a mere reflection of our double-life we do not write about what we do not know but of the esoteric world inside our heads of displaced bullets or the bothersome sometimes bull-headed black holes in our souls we do not write about what we do not know but of pain and suffering or pleasure (possibly pure ecstacy) and sometimes someone listens to the stirrings of our souls THANKS Faith I'm really speechless. MONA