If you let someone love you will they wander off?
will they
get lost
or side tracked,
like I did when I was three at the market?
The little ivory elephant was
my desire
then,
the square of soap that smelt of sandalwood.
My loves, my treasure.
If I am someone’s
little ivory elephant
will they leave me?
to fall through the cracks
in the back seat of a purple station wagon
maybe…..
and maybe they will remember me one day,
maybe they will remember me fondly.
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
Scripting the desires that are soul deep
material
"where creativity roams free"
The Poetry Monarch.
Daily blog posts on life, death, and everything in between.
JEFF CALLAWAY
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
