An Alien On The Street & How Fooled
And there they stood upon the street, only seen by myself. I know not why, by one, by group, but no crowds they were strategic yet fluid, they were the…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
And there they stood upon the street, only seen by myself. I know not why, by one, by group, but no crowds they were strategic yet fluid, they were the…
An open thought to the great energy wherever it may be, to the highest celestial presence what are we but fleas in its perception of us. Upon the surface of…
The epic shaft revealed upon a sunny afternoon, for a split second opening up and then down earth bound, scanning picking chosen individuals to cure scepticism. For an instance testing…
How fooled by time we are, sitting watching our clocks for boredom or pleasure. Why push time away for it is precious, a concept measured and mastered in the control…
We have never been dealt such blows, they lied of course, nothing is visible they said, as it is now no clarity, no purpose, no nothing, to speak. Of society…