A Void
In the sleep a void, the mystery a flight. I a vacuum, a channel to space, tuned for evacuation to white light. Below gold sphere transmigration A.U.M breath in and…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
In the sleep a void, the mystery a flight. I a vacuum, a channel to space, tuned for evacuation to white light. Below gold sphere transmigration A.U.M breath in and…
I am walking lean; as mean, as possible. I will survive in the clothes that help me stand up, it is frayed and displayed and discriminated, thus according to those…
Human hands in ghostly white pushing into purity the walls of white drew me into the hall of initiation, in the oblong pod of a room, in the heart of…
It is now May of Africa forsaking the intelligent agendas and concerns of Brussels, Mrs May prefers to seek trade with countries that have appalling human rights records including genocide…
There are no sounds but of essences in a global form travelling upon a variable current in a stream of consciousness, as we gave it such a name, a phenomenon…