beginning with sun her heart was broken in two ending with the moon see more art at http://www.artofkundalini.com
the moon is my heart i sleep in a pool of light my fingers are wet http://www.artofkundalini.com
I already knew How this blossom would unfold A perfumed meeting see more art or buy prints at http://www.artofkundalini.com 🙂
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
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.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
