What I know About Death
Makes us desperate as the clock races from day to day. Round like the globe is earth a time sphere with doubtful eternity, so many children not made from love,…
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The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
Makes us desperate as the clock races from day to day. Round like the globe is earth a time sphere with doubtful eternity, so many children not made from love,…
I am walking lean; as mean, as possible. I will survive in the clothes that help me stand up, it is frayed and displayed and discriminated, thus according to those…
The twisting and turning of the herd, the crowd, the masses shout. Shout higher and louder, but beware in despair for there are sides of faces peering at a distance,…
It is now May of Africa forsaking the intelligent agendas and concerns of Brussels, Mrs May prefers to seek trade with countries that have appalling human rights records including genocide…
There are no sounds but of essences in a global form travelling upon a variable current in a stream of consciousness, as we gave it such a name, a phenomenon…