do i let it go? but if i can’t …. the wanton kite smellsĀ freedom my spaces are open i am the mountain my heart is the sea yet it lurches widening it’s arc bumping and swooping pointed corners hit my brow scratch my eye turn my stomach i cannot ignore my obstreperous kite the flappingContinue reading “red string”
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
The Poetry Monarch.
I write things you may like
Texas Outlaw Poet
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...
Once lost
Silver Poetry 