I got my start at a local Poetry group in Northern Va, have been writing since the late 80s.
QUOTE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE MACBETH:"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and
to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Here's my spin on that wonderfuland profound line
To-deities, and to-gods, and to-God
Creeps in this petty tyrant from day to day
Until the extinction of humanity new ones will be invented
And all our yesterday's gods have been created by fools
The way to tribal death. Out out brief myth
Claims are but a walking shadow, a poor reflection
That struts our narcissism upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by the credulous, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
