My father is here to
entice art from the sky,
his instrument of choice,
a sort of….
musical obscurity,
an ancient silver rising
of voices and tide.
He swings a racket
to capture dreams,
and earths them …..
like lightening,
crackling leaves
and soup.
He is a lover of marmalade
bitter and orange
and his smile you ask
?
his smile is
a winter fire
a lullaby
his smile is Shangri-la.
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.
