T.B. FOR W.B.

 

 

I’ve just found hope in graveyard matter. 

Living in Aphantrauma with a T.B.I, its so 

hard to find a positive that turns muck to gold. Photos are my verbal memory. A lovely golden-green crisp day.

 

We have never had

One days peace on this 

earth ever. We live in 

a world overshadowed.

 

The two most poetic words ever

That sum up the history of man-

Kind was written by an Irishman:

“A terrible beauty is born”.

 

Its like the charge of positive

And negative, the balance of the uni-

Verse, the charge of right and wrong,

Love and hate, light and dark.

 

You can juxtapose it any way but

You’ll come up with the same beauty-

Terrible, the kind of love that’s true.