in early morning
I
seek
my heart
like a good friend
dialogue is easy
wavering like a mirage
swaying like a seasoned mother
but there are those other days…..
a smooth stone
a sheet of steel
a silent impasse
there is no other way
i stand at the door
until
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
"where creativity roams free"
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.
Sharing my poetry to help end the stigma about mental health
