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
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.
