Ants feet purr over
fleeting
mapless
skin
Ear pressed deep,
cheek-plain to grass
a salty paradise
Caves of echoing clay
dirt melting
into creases
Moulding delicious thoughts in
dark, muddy hands
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Ants feet purr over
fleeting
mapless
skin
Ear pressed deep,
cheek-plain to grass
a salty paradise
Caves of echoing clay
dirt melting
into creases
Moulding delicious thoughts in
dark, muddy hands
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.
Let me inspire the possibility of what could be
"where creativity roams free"
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...
