Chaos Theory
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,…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
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…
The man with the electric charge, in his hand of energy around the wrist a working class wand, in a sea of corporate swords surging and scything swathes through the…
Dark water has the capacity to draw in, especially the vortex of the whirlpool, black is the colour, hell is the place. As fast as it draws down to its…