the invisible being claps it’s feet rubbing them into soft woollen stories a magic carpet…. cat says yes if you want for touch just ask and i will send my lovebreath
You meditate in a black cloak speckled soft with sun your calm demeanor comforts my eyes your absorbent mind flashes emerald acquiescence and gold then you fly through the dew (mocking my sloth) on little feet that make no sound I cannot deny, you are here and I believe in magic
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
JEFF CALLAWAY
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.
