the inky swirling
curling
cracking paper white
braided
silver beard
booming tone
required
a warsome
bloody
statement
a pompous fretful poem
the speckled chaos counting
dimensions
un K NOW n
footprints in the sand
stacks of golden thrones
lots of weight behind the blind…..
floats home.
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!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
