Poems of Paul Latham
|1.||A Poet wishing, watching, waiting||4/14/2008|
|2.||A product of State manufacturing||1/23/2008|
|6.||Just Ants on the road||4/10/2008|
|8.||Me and us all.||1/22/2008|
|10.||Ode to Mankind||1/27/2008|
|12.||Rain, Sun, Summer||4/11/2008|
|13.||Sitting at Work||1/25/2008|
|14.||Sunday Evening Blues||3/3/2008|
|15.||Thought of the Day||1/22/2008|
|16.||Who are we? Me.||1/22/2008|
Who are we? Me.
The emptiness inside my head,
An abyss of darkness, love and dread.
With eyes closed in front of mirror,
What on earth seems to shimmer.
Black and white, blue and red, yellow and green, inside my head.
Patterns seen flying by, inside a world we call our mind.
That’s all it takes to set me free, it’s the same for you as it is for me.
In front of the mirror where I stand, I open my eyes to all mankind,
His woes and troubles, toil and strife,