my garden of love
sown I am
woven of grace
the old world is falling now
moving us closer
fuelled and feeling
I know nothing without you
I am unstable flow
insecure
uncontainable
flooded by your tidal eyes
contain me mon amour
I am your cascade
pouring into life
created for you
together we shall be
vesselled
and complete
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 
As always…engaging words and image.
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