The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
The Mysterious Auric Horns Down in terra earth, cavernous places exist mostly unknown to surface dwellers deadened by suppression of mass assembly and form, the Auric Horns were in place,…
If Aliens are bad then where are the blessed ones it is hard to say, have they left us?. Have they vacated terra earth did the vision of the blessed…
Me to mine my thoughts need an exhaustive cleaning too much dirt can’t live without the purity I seek upon new pasture like a grazing bovine I need new pasture…
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…
On the chain, on the run going fast, I know no time for ghosts they slow me down thinking of who they were in the scheme of things they are…