The Scribe Savant
Commenteno the scribe savant of his time, sooth sayer supreme he asked the sun and of the cosmos what will become of the earth people, so devoid of feeling and…
I Think of the Mouse & Broken Down
With millions without homes I think of the mouse who makes a home in my shoe he knows about comfort even from a saucer size hole for his bedding from…
Ode For Xmas
It was a time of celebration when the prince defended. On time, in time amongst other times. Not seen by others in etheric spaces from the past, and in the…
The Earth & Abandoned
The earth is not beautiful anymore, every day it gets dropped it gets stained it feels the pain. The hearts of the good die by the hour with every shower…
The Cold
The cold unforgiving beautiful trail of time through changing woodland, I walk I notice thin squirrels and over time I see them, playing to keep warm I feel that they…