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When the feelings gone how can one hurt or hate. When the light is hidden the truth can’t be found, we remain as the mole in his sightless realm, with…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
When the feelings gone how can one hurt or hate. When the light is hidden the truth can’t be found, we remain as the mole in his sightless realm, with…
Am I enlightened whilst I am awake, how many decisions do I make in the name of this day is it like yesterday that has now gone cold, with the…
As it emerges it pushes and pulses a groaning mass in stale grey air, advancing pushing against beasts of buildings the breed is crawling, slithering to a full stop running…
Worried I sat within the walls rigid from this day. I said to my friend wouldn’t it be most wonderful if a ball of chilly mist entered the room it…
I stand no more time in the running, for I am a soul of compassion courage and kindness, in an unseen way before the ghost I will become travels with…