Sunflower
I am the sunflower, I pick up your life, a sun faces to me at noon in the summertime, not sure which way to turn today. Will my head have…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
I am the sunflower, I pick up your life, a sun faces to me at noon in the summertime, not sure which way to turn today. Will my head have…
A Thousand Romances A thousand romances but not one is mine, I’ve searched, I’ve ducked and dived. Like a bird swooping down for insects that is us. You and I…
The Alien of All Nations The Alien of all nations returns emerging from Sumarian days upon the back of the Ashaki, humans will be alienated as future records reveal, the…
Born of love you might come through, I am thereof hoping that is true but what of the cold and bewept of new born progeny with oncoming and none avoidant…
The propriety of an eternal flame in a time of darkness’s must prevail to give brothers in time the hope of hope, life indeed to procure good news above. Bad…