Shadows in the Dreams of the Night
Shadows in the dreams of the night, I can’t tell who they are, but they know me. What do they want set in their cameo frames, turning toward me, the…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
Shadows in the dreams of the night, I can’t tell who they are, but they know me. What do they want set in their cameo frames, turning toward me, the…
Head to the mountains with your backpack and seeds, head to the aquifer of purities supreme. Make camp and a small fire, watch the skies for developments. A star will…
There seems as if there is no contest at times when Metaphysics tries to challenge the finite Axioms, no room for compromise in the context of allowing opinions from others,…
Much as we are a divided nation before the virus dug itself into the populace, the aftershock will be that of a much more divided nation, We’ve all done mass…
The blue light of the great white brotherhood sings in my eye, then we are like George King for The most holy, the most sacred, the most God-like being you…