IT’S ALL A RUN FOR THE MONEY
The slippery world of politics it’s all a run for the money, the reds are dead they followed the house and the money and became as the blues following the…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
The slippery world of politics it’s all a run for the money, the reds are dead they followed the house and the money and became as the blues following the…
Brother you are not at peace, there are so many brothers not at peace at this time. Even in this moment too much emotion not enough stillness, I can’t yet…
For the trees in the Forest I breathe, I’m in the centre of life and ground energy in my breath. I’m within, I am subtle, I lay down and look…
Halo, the Martian, sits by the pond he had found us many years ago and knew we wouldn’t harm him he would sit cross-legged staring through the bulrushes his ovoid…
The Stream I’d reached the life stream pick up point, the pineal transfer register was high and the light would soon open to astral flight through the ether, it could…