Looking Out
Looking out I must be the only person who can see a face in a green bush, perfect is it.? let me think awhile, ah yes the lonely face of…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
Looking out I must be the only person who can see a face in a green bush, perfect is it.? let me think awhile, ah yes the lonely face of…
I am the scientist, therefore, I am. What you call God, little did you know till I told you of this. For years you have gone to your church like…
The truth always lies in a minority, it is always hidden, it is never revealed in the way it should. Don’t scream alone in the cities of millions, life looses…
Till bricks do us part that is all in today’s mind of life. Not friendship not nature but profit on brick. A national disease judged by size and quantity shaping…
The Door in the Iceberg Upon Earth time is running out and in Antarctica, there was a crypt, buried in what seemed to be a colossal pyramid shaped iceberg. A…