To The Myths of History & Many Pages
So much for the slaves to the myths of history. Not a mention of the undercurrents of all histories. Powered by the blood of slaves the bodies left as mountains,…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
So much for the slaves to the myths of history. Not a mention of the undercurrents of all histories. Powered by the blood of slaves the bodies left as mountains,…
The day prior to this one now in history or timeless nothing, I lived as a seed. I felt my growing. I felt a bud to a leaf in my…
“Humans need to change.” Said a master who passed my way, he came too me, imparted from the spark, stating that you are choking the earth with vehicles and you…
Many years ago I attended a Unite course in Leeds. I was shocked at how individualised suppose Socialists were, no comradeship interaction, by this time I realised Thatcher had done…
Ten feet down that is where I was as if pushing against a solid mass, I remembered daylight and the first breaths of that day. I was an adult and…