buoyant with whales
turning circles
wide
fluent in water
and joyous
enraptured
I suck oceanic pleasures through the portals of my eyes
glossy blue merging with the dirt there
fertile
beautiful
and yet
a halo of hazy instinct clings
like a barnacle to freedom
my curly shell tight and dark and leaning
toward the echo
following the current of song
and dissolution
whales
solid not real
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
poetry that speaks to you
The Poetry Monarch.
Life, death, and everything in between
BLUEJAY
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 
Love the painting…wishing you a wonderful new year.
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Thankyou! and a wonderful new year to you too! The Painting is called ‘waterline’. I painted it the week after the flood hit. its ink mostly.
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