50SoG {3}

Grey (3): Little Black Letters. Little black words, on paling pages of white He scours through them, scans for sense They’re just letters, he thinks But he’s looking too closely, he’s too tense.   He dreams up a verse, puts his pen to work Slant goes his hand, and slant goes his sight He meant…

The Room Without Problems

I see a downward spiral, taking the shape of a tornado Its pitch-black turns lead to a pitch-black bottom It spirals into control, at the eye of it, where I’ve built my chateau Ersatz home, fancying up for myself- a room without problems Can anyone else see it, at all? Are they blind to the…

50SoG {2}

50SoG (2): The Average In this world we live in, two extremes dominate The Blacks and the Whites, the “mighty” and the “great” And we, the Greys, we stand by as they fight There’s an endless war between them, the Blacks and the Whites   When the Blacks stand, the Whites sit And vice versa,…