little bird with yellow beak sits in empty frangipanni tree perfect it trips and hops is happy i am happy to see this thing….the life, and beautiful COLOUR so inviting that my body wants to die and fall apart to be the bird, the beak and the tree.
little bird with yellow beak sits in empty frangipanni tree perfect it trips and hops is happy i am happy to see this thing….the life, and beautiful COLOUR so inviting that my body wants to die and fall apart to be the bird, the beak and the tree.
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
BLUEJAY
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...
Silver Poetry 