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.
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.
Let me inspire the possibility of what could be
"where creativity roams free"
The Poetry Monarch.
Sometimes serious, often humorous personal musings on life, death, and everything in between from someone once chased by a killer Canadian goose.
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
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Once lost
