squeezed rubber holds his sole
kissing deep
an erudite trail of soft blossom
a perfumed hummingbird
rich mango and high fruited dancing
over my pale skin
his cocoa softness, eminates
forming pages of story
in a backdrop of forested thought
each step a whisper of chi
uncontrived
effortless
a note in the river song
drawing through
dust
made of love
the old football jersey and tincan van
disguising the jungle
pocketing his phone
sharing his smile
king of gentle eyes
God of soundless feet
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
"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.
