As the Bard Sayeth Poems Yet M’re Poems f’r Thee
Beware Beware the cosmic torture, the microwave air with not a breath to spare. Brains fuddled and cooking slowly, humans are changing. Not a breeze to be seen nor felt…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
Beware Beware the cosmic torture, the microwave air with not a breath to spare. Brains fuddled and cooking slowly, humans are changing. Not a breeze to be seen nor felt…
I Will I will mold myself to protect you never t know where I am watching over you I will appear when I need to help you I will come…
Why do you want to know of heaven just respect the energy you were given, for life however it manifests has no relative, upon your arrival, there is no cup…
All I see is bricks and mortar so I head to my canopy far away beneath the trees in secret woodland where the odd whisper of smoke can be see…
In Nothingness In nothingness what is the motivation is faith blind when we cannot see all empires turn to dust only a few symbols remain and legend grows upon dead…