Only Those That Fly Are Free.
Only those that fly are free candles and vigils for the world are now alight glowing in pockets of remaining peace, the souls of birds select where to land simply…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
Only those that fly are free candles and vigils for the world are now alight glowing in pockets of remaining peace, the souls of birds select where to land simply…
Early morning all over the world at different awakenings, the appearance of sun alights so close to the ground, chunks of golden flames, trillions of lashing atomic tongues all of…
Cut from the ties you get by, on the boarder line, on the edges you skim not going in to the middle of your heart and soul. The fear of…
Have you ever thought that the population of earth has been infiltrated by another entity, from the crowded sky came the disturbing air that changes our breathing and health, at…
Upon a keyboard that lost the tune no longer did it play out for peace. For peace had come and peace had gone, as in history nothing changes whatever the…