His lips are gin he likes her her hips are pages her shoulders smile his fingers ink her feet are light his arms are wings her heart is sky her face is still his eyes the moon she is tide time is clay
His lips are gin he likes her her hips are pages her shoulders smile his fingers ink her feet are light his arms are wings her heart is sky her face is still his eyes the moon she is tide time is clay
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
The Poetry Monarch.
I write things you may like
Texas Outlaw Poet
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...
Once lost