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
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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
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.
Let me inspire the possibility of what could be
"where creativity roams free"
The Poetry Monarch.
Sometimes serious, often humorous personal musings on life, death, and everything in between from someone once chased by a killer Canadian goose.
JEFF CALLAWAY
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Hoping to inspire the world one word at a time.
Sharing my poetry to help end the stigma about mental health
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
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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