Biography of Palious Thatcher
Palious Thatcher Poems
Monster Named Me
I yearn to be free, But there is something inside, Something dreadful is holding me, The beast and monster to me has cried,
Where Do The Ripples End?
Where do the Ripples end? Seeds long since sown still a harvest will grow, What power have I to control where they go, Who they feed,
To The Breeze
The fear of the mind sitting behind these foreign eyes of mine keeps me awake. Live to die, die to live. No balance to emotion no happy place, Any joy swallowed by pain,
My Sight Doth Bind
Knowledge, is it liberty or bondage? Liberty while knowing the end result Or bondage to take the road less traveled I am bound by my heart that will excuse no failure.
Petty New Day
Today is a new day As yesterday And all days before. What makes the idea
Trails Of Ink
What I am to do The hole inside Envelops all emotion As an event horizon.
Rain Of The Soul
The rain of the soul Falls hardest not during The thunderings of life But amidst the quiet moments
What Is Pain?
What is pain? Is it just weak? To show these emotions, Of which I speak?
Dreams of magical transformations blind, A leaf to the wind is the fickle mind, Whispers of the evil one, Work when you get there,
To The Breeze
The fear of the mind sitting behind these foreign eyes of mine keeps me awake.
Live to die, die to live.
No balance to emotion no happy place,
Any joy swallowed by pain,
Pain gilded by pleasure only digging a deeper and deeper hole.
Wishing for more, knowing I don’t deserve it.
To the breeze I am swept,
Only having one constant
The impact of landing will be devastating,