thoughts falling in ladders
downward sloping air
anointed
blessed and breathing tunnels
past poaching pears
and
small
precarious things…
leaning and laughing
tall words
balancing
on lonely blue chairs ….
and there
here
at the highest point
sweet musk curls
inhaling
a graceful nonsense
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In your hands
I AM
cupped,
a temporary prayer
a sweet slice
of merging space
I AM
dappled dusk
a glance of playful light
falling
shadowed by grace
through velvet felted umber.
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
material
"where creativity roams free"
The Poetry Monarch.
Daily blog posts on 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.
