There is noise in this house,
my mind
extreme roaring like
lions and rockets
it brandishes its false bravado across the valley
and loses me
branch to branch like a monkey
the external being is neatly fooled
by stimulants,
touch and wine
by a bouncing, noisy love that
travels, wrapped in blankets
huddled in big eyes
dancing across smiles and swinging
hand to hand on frightened squeals
this morning the band
is set to screamer
when I would sincerely
prefer Vivaldi
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...
