wading through clouds
my balloon high on pity
this footprint is staining our
heavenly city
inside is out and outside is in
(that blast was so loud
it made sparks out of him!)
the lights
I can’t bear
as I cut through the sea
turning left at the sun
I melt into me
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
The Poetry Monarch.
I write things you may like
Texas Outlaw Poet
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.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Once lost
Silver Poetry 
I loved this piece! Beautiful, energetic rhyme!
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Thanks! I wasn’t sure it would get much response being different to my usual work. 🙂
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Love that last line! As always the artwork is wonderful.
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thankyou! Thats my favourite drawing at the moment…
your elephant is on its way by the way x
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I enjoy your uses of rhyme and meter in this one–very kinetic!
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Thanks jennifer it was a bit unusual for me
🙂
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“Turning left at the sun … I melt into me”
Wow. So very beautiful.
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thankyou 🙂
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I like this style on you. Taking an old, worn out rhythm and making it clever, witty and…silvery new. Perfection. ❤
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Thankyou my swirly friend… all these S words came to mind then, svelte, slick, sweet, strong, special, starry
kiSSSSS
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Sent from my iPod
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Whoops! Apparently I did not reply in the right spot. 😉
S’cuse me. Definitely not svelte or slick.
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The last line is just super 🙂
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:-)))
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