Among Twisted Thorns
The psychopathic consciousness, excellence of the lie without consciousness, the lovers left. Never knew of the lies told in a new story, in a conquest found for last desired. In…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
The psychopathic consciousness, excellence of the lie without consciousness, the lovers left. Never knew of the lies told in a new story, in a conquest found for last desired. In…
For all mothers. She died not long ago a shining light, a face as sculpture in a track of life upon a belt of stars, on par with life streams.…
Six deep, one sin a minute, then out we go not conscious of any imminence optimism is the best ghost story, in your worst dream saving lives in intermittent waking…
Old man’s wish monotonic wailing away it’s a wish that never was trapped in a chair of diminish, the legs won’t go as get up and go is gone, faded…
You yearn to see them but they are gone, I look up as far as I can go stuck upon the ground I know I cannot fly, breezes softly glance…