bang my fists against the wall
bloody hands
moving through
butter and brains
blast that ragged hole
and flay my chest,
I hear it
sound of angel canons
boom the gong on my forlorn frenzy of flesh
crack the leopards spots and cause the spreading of colour on water
thrust that hip forward in shocking rhythm
burst out of the skin
adorned in dusted curtains of colour
fly your restless Phoenix
clipped no more
to join the starry starry night
Deep inside,
if you choose to look,
you may find;
an early bird
a whirling dervish
a dark eyed lush
a smoke signal
a stalagmite
a Phoenix
a blue moon
a maypole
a boat
a poppy seed
a mountain path
a bodhisattva
an arterial spring
a concept
an apple
a broiling sea
an ache
a wish
a lion
a dictionary
a laugh
a frog
an egg
a paintbrush
a temptation
a prayer
a rosebud
a fight
and a rocking chair
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.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
