Poems from Tom Fulton
A dream of hope inside a soul
Is seeing man as man’s own whole.
And knowing that which hope resides
Is knowing hope that never dies.
Two paths conjoined at time’s own feet
Make opposite what we entreat.
Ever-present, never both,
Abstaining: choosing just the same.
Though...
What’s worst about the weather is the way it makes us feel
How the rain can make us happy when the world becomes too real.
How the snow...
Harder and harder my temperament fought
Until it fell still in the night
Sadder and sadder my heart had become
Relinquishing the fight
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Torn and molded, hand and foot, to be what we create,
Look up at sir and hold your tongue. Empty your mind of hate.
Do not allow your...