I Can Join
I live for the time I can join the Devic kingdom in Turkers Wood so far they tease me the bush rustling is not just the wind, there are days…
Going Nowhere
Going nowhere, going somewhere, keep walking it’s an alternative job. Kick the wideboys and poverty payers this country needs more than players in the game, workers as counters divide and…
Me To Mine
Me to mine, my thoughts need an exhaustive cleaning. Too much dirt I cannot live without the purity, I seek upon new pasture like a grazing bovine. I need new…
To Hell In A Handcart
The Warrior of Poetry says we are all going to hell in a handcart, is that what you feel. Is it all for real this madness you feel, raise your…
More Poems From The Poetic Warrior
Life How Did I Get Here Life closing down so we can be remodeled, no descent, no words, just sour faces. But some people must pay and they will happiness…