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 ofContinue reading “The Artist’s Model”
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
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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.
