Thursday, November 17, 2011

Poem, Bleed from Insecurity, 11-17-11

You bleed from insecurity
You bleed from past regrets
You bleed from false hopes held still
Past pain still begets
current impure filters
current chaos will
filter opportunities
destructive grinders mill
into mediocrity
into status quo
into reactive measures
greener grass to mow.

--EVE Featherstone

begets 3rd person singular present of be·get (Verb)
Verb:(typically of a man, sometimes of a man and a woman) Bring (a child) into existence by the process of reproduction.
Give rise to; bring about

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