The Peace of Sleep
The peace of sleep is the sleep I get, or is it death, I know not yet as I seem to wake in a different state, have I changed, is…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
The peace of sleep is the sleep I get, or is it death, I know not yet as I seem to wake in a different state, have I changed, is…
Accountable for your extremes now you’re in a sweat the last week, write it down, how many times did you run away. Write your sins down the clock is ticking…
The ancestral home of the Laidlaw family is in the Scottish-English border region where they once lived among the clans of the Boernician tribe. They lived in Selkirk (now part…
No gentle shores could be found, if we are no more than grains of sand, then gravity controls our fate, high tide, low tide, the moon lifts us up and…
Brazier under the canal bridge flaming holes fiercely flaming pluto John and pancreatic Pete sit as meditating beings of a kind… road kill rabbit rolling on an abstract metal rod…