reaching
my tongue
stretching into there
a thread
a disappearing cotton piece
i am a spiritual aardvark
catching
flashing
blue
devouring ants
i am an orange cog
smoothly spinning
a thousand orange cogs at once
like seeds bumping and flowing
in the direction of blooming terra firma
i am
a wildflower machine
no real
no fear
in a limitless world where imagination is the only true educator
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.
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.
art >> 
Beautiful
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