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…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
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…
Protecting themselves as dark rocks beneath a sludgy slow-moving river. A family secret locked Above a large room a titanic door creaked open, black shapes in the room awaited looking…
Humans. Humans not fit to take sustenance from the earth, they grow to make war and hate, nothing is dissipated all cram into one of many big places. The cities…
Audio Poems A Time. A time when nothing is in your hands, manipulation occurs, from another source. It comes to visit by surprise it does so in doses to convince…
I am the sunflower, I pick up your life, a sun faces to me at noon in the summertime, not sure which way to turn today. Will my head have…