For a Door
Pulsing toward me I am on the brink and looking for a door, there are no other humans and I am now lost. There is no guide but what I…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
Pulsing toward me I am on the brink and looking for a door, there are no other humans and I am now lost. There is no guide but what I…
Well after an undulating path in the lifestream of nod and eighty three years in the game it was time to decide upon grim death, well I pondered and after…
Every second, every minute, every day from dawn til dusk and the time it takes to pray will you heal whilst in slumber. Did that dream make sense, I bet…
Silver knocker in grey haze through damp freezing fog, in and out of focus I go as the hall of initiation is prepared. I draw back have a cup of…
A hum is constant as a wheel turns in the background, as it sparks upon stony ground. A divine spark all in awe of the magnificent being descending before ascending,…