by M. Douglas Hoss
Cold planet Earth spinning wildly in the
universe unseen, unheard, unceasing.
What is your destiny and existence
for? Is it for holding just one warm place
amid the coldness of the cosmos? Is
it to validate the reason of such
an obvious perplexity yet discerned?
What are you, where are you going and for whom?
Pointless days which come and go, cold, dark and
without warmth. There is only one place of
pulsing light, of hope, of deity and love.
There is one only true heaven, one warmth,
in the universe; us spinning wildly,
madly, unseen, unheard, unceasingly.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
M. Douglas Hoss was born in Wichita, Kansas on March 28th, 1957. He has studied English and poetry for over twenty years, and in 2005 had his first book "From Time To Time" published by the Western Virginia Foundation for the Arts and Sciences, which was so successful, that signed copies of a first edition paperback sell for over $80.00 on the internet. Afterwards, he taught English and College level literature overseas and later moved to Seattle, Washington where he now resides, working on his next three books.
Last updated April 25, 2013