The skeptic, exiled early to a Willow tree. And now silver scales are held aloft, a lopsided trophy, sinking under dark art and muddy-bellied fear. Trembling psalms are heavy on liver and shoulders. He is crumpled under stone, glazed in grave confusion, dictating, amplifying, distance between, blood and Continue reading “The Missionary”
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
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.
