Blonde Cowboy
That blonde cowboy with the guns his bullets are too big he’s about to explode all over the world his sheriffs and Marshall’s claim freedom and being a patriot is…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
That blonde cowboy with the guns his bullets are too big he’s about to explode all over the world his sheriffs and Marshall’s claim freedom and being a patriot is…
Journey to the sea restless inland upland hills and mountainside, the people now spillover the crowded land, all churches are forts, as ports, are locked down planes, are empty millions…
Upon stoic hills risen to point on platitude, distinct for I have seen on this day a path in winding for me, with a gold cross, set forth for others…
Religion, neutral religion free, let us see what we could be. One, two, three, faith of hope and charity. Mind wash, set me free, let us be what we want…
Down at Dawn. Does reality have to come down at dawn, every day millions in an hour of blankness and fear of the sound outside, that is but ceaseless to…