A fork in the path appears whilst I, knee deep in nude undoing Can NOT anymore, in my rainforest cave, resist the opal footprint, nor can I nail myself to the floor or wall in the face of this glowing movement forward OR ignore the veining shimmer that pulls me OUT and thrusts me in glossy, sweetContinue reading “The Fabulous Fabrication”
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
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"where creativity roams free"
The Poetry Monarch.
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.
