Junta Vans & the Park Bench
Land of hope and no one, all tomorrows came today. Near the park bench where old Billy used to pass, his time was the last one of the no hopes,…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
Land of hope and no one, all tomorrows came today. Near the park bench where old Billy used to pass, his time was the last one of the no hopes,…
For more than seventy years in a run down area of a Scottish city called Glasgow a noted compound existed upon the top of a hill existed a place called…
White as of the sun in the universe one binding light, as no other is ever to be in glory in power in slow growing peace Absolute in silence, but…
The corridor for old men. the turnstile could be heard clicking and turning on it’s own after processing the last batch. The halls were empty and echoes enjoyed the etheric…
Mason Cults Micro World Shop. In this stressful worrisome world hardly one human had an escape. yes one could use a multiplex of electric gaming with limited interaction but the…