Quote of the day: 

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again. -Robert Browning 






What If
Demons were angels in a reverse play
And angels were demons for a day

What If
Religion or different gods did not appear
Then we would have to invent them said Voltaire

What If
You woke up as a bird of prey
Becoming a predator to zealots who pray

What If
The sun sets in the east and not the west
And all men became women as a test

What If
You wrestled with your innermost fear
And in the end become something people jeer

What If
Tomorrow you trek under a thunder rumble
Where streets are paved with marble


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This poem was written in second person, and continuing my attempt to write outside my comfort zone. It can be interpreted in different ways. Like art, poetry can change each time you view it. The whole idea came about with the title, with initial thoughts about reversal or roles building up to this poem. It is jagged, raw, unfinished and is a smokescreen to a thousand underlying paths. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks for stopping by!


Peace. Love. Light* 



Current Listen: Thelonious Monk- Ruby My Dear