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
"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
