Indeterminable Poems - Poems about Indeterminable

...How one twenty first century married mortal male (me - Matthew Scott Harris)... found himself bewitched about Circe, particularly after reading book title by the same name. An enchantress and a ......

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...First, I think not To break the contact But this contact break the syntax I want to reach my aims And life is full of pain The person is in my list For fighting It doesn't have a fist ......

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...Everything I wanted, and I never had, Embodying courage to sift my daily realities To observe purified sun flashing on my face And watch the night light idling on my pillow, Unlocking sweet drea......

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...The ancients believed in us and left signs of their faith in us. They thought that we would be gods of knowledge, but gods like us are lost in the space of our emotions, which fuels the drama of our......

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...If you could but in one moment trust something let go release yourself from controlling the unknowable Immediate present be to an indeterminable future the short explanation to a lifetimes ......

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...but this is certainly not intended to be an instrument of terror except maybe for the habitual who are out for my blood and from whom I am occasionally rescued speaking of which it looks like t......

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...if you had the choice (and this writer is not saying that you have any choice whatsoever---but for the sake of getting to the end of this piece…) to wake up tomorrow morning & cash out everything th......

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...The sun shines again for he smiles dreaming. The indeterminable day no longer flees or hides for its end is sought, as is its beginning as I lay beside him in love seeming. Though at peace, con......

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...The sun shines again for he smiles. The indeterminable day no longer flees or hides for its end is sought, as is its beginning for he smiles. Confusion though abiding must wait the lag......

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...“Four dollars a shot,” marched from the bartender’s mouth - each syllable carried the clanks of Herbie’s Rhodes – jutting like glacier crags in swells of desert-b......

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