a flower
on her shoulder
in black
and in white,
her soul twines
beneath
sun
magnified…
There are birds
in a circle
that swoop to a call
from deep
in the loop
surpassing it all…
The conscious sky beats
to time
engaged
in a frenzy of sweet
inner chime
on the stage….
Pools of light
hold her heart,
soft on your eye
keeping exquisite, forever alive.
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
"where creativity roams free"
The Poetry Monarch.
Daily blog posts on 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.
