The Black Gas Turbo of Doom
On a night when no moon existed and a road, jet black, a lone car steadily travelled upon this road. Weak lights…all this was about to change I will tell…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
On a night when no moon existed and a road, jet black, a lone car steadily travelled upon this road. Weak lights…all this was about to change I will tell…
Too busy a road to get to where we want to be many obstacles, something good will give way and fall apart humans have overstepped many marks, places they could…
What will be discovered, feeling a lifetime of change. Years go by and we often don’t realise the changes within ourselves as they manifest in so many ways, being young…
We are not divided evenly much is left undone, ungrounded not obsolete but cast aside for awhile, seeds witheld, mouths stay wide open in anticipation for areas far and wide.…
A dangerous concept to be self delusional in the absence of God, as a sun just shines but cannot speak. We learned to look and shout, this is god in…