wind is breathing shadows
reflecting opposition to outside pushing
my eyes are still and rest upon this vision
my heart signals birds
pulsing forward
I am puppeteering trees
and laughter is
a swelling dance
exhalation turns the page
and here we begin,
with feather
white
and
ink
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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
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Scripting the desires that are soul deep
poetry that speaks to you
The Poetry Monarch.
Life, death, and everything in between
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...
Silver Poetry 
My heart signals birds… I’m just about to turn in for the night. That line is going to keep me warm.
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That’s the line that holds the secret
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You have many secrets, Poet, that is what I figure.
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🙂 just one and its not much of a secret , just a feeling that finds windows in words
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Awesome.
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Oh…just love the artwork that you’ve paired with the poem.
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he is a freeee parrot!
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admiring
~
the
blur
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🙂
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