his syrup was sweet
heating her tongue like sunshine
wishes in her throat
to see more art or buy prints please go to http://www.artofkundalini.com
his syrup was sweet
heating her tongue like sunshine
wishes in her throat
to see more art or buy prints please go to http://www.artofkundalini.com
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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The Poetry Monarch.
Daily blog posts on 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.
Always such passion in your words.
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Keep it coming, Poet. We need you.
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haha yes i am a hotline to the mysterious universe
it’s good to be needed 😉
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