Rain like
love drop
on my fingertip, on the green
sliding leaf
silver pregnant
rain
drop
on my nose
falling
love
full drops join and frolic
silver lost in swirling brown
eddy’s of emotion, silver to brown and back again
beauty on lashes, before the
eyes
always changing ,moving
water thick with being,
too slippery to hold
like love
the closest I get is to skin
but it is the water the love the rain within
I seek to contain but cannot.
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.
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The Poetry Monarch.
Sometimes serious, often humorous personal musings on life, death, and everything in between from someone once chased by a killer Canadian goose.
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.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
