When The East Wakes Up. My Own Theosophy.
When the East wakes up a darker cloud will depend, it’s something in the air heat and dust with deprivation and bone crushing political religious doctrine and ironclad dictatorship. THE…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
When the East wakes up a darker cloud will depend, it’s something in the air heat and dust with deprivation and bone crushing political religious doctrine and ironclad dictatorship. THE…
Indeterminate coincidences in never ending time a continuum of fear and pain with a moving light no one can reach, only in words uttered and written by passing doom mongers…
Too many hands clapping too many moths circling the street, lamp click and clap, alters a world. Alters a world in telepathic ripple over the convex of a seas horizon,…
Transaction is all we do, no greater or less than colonies of the ant world set against one another in daily clusters, controlled because we have been made to lose…
Life has its shadows they follow you around over your shoulder in the midday sun and into the night, slowly dimming, the shadows are black your blocking the light, as…