I breathe the coloured air
cool
like Autumn
morning
teaspoon in a cup.
A touching
clear
precision the dawn brings with it,
a focus, an esteem of something new;
like Womanness.
‘Womanness,’ he said, just a word, a new word,
or more…
a strange word,
a strange man, but real maybe…..
WO MAN (is this) NESS (ecary)
(ecstasy)
(empty)
(balance)
(desire)
desire for balance
desire for Woman ness.
Womb…Man…Nest…
more or less
I don’t know
let me pause for a moment between
breaths………………….
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
"where creativity roams free"
The Poetry Monarch.
Life, Death, and Everything In Between
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.
