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
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
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
"where creativity roams free"
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!
Hoping to inspire the world one word at a time.
Sharing my poetry to help end the stigma about mental health
