No Reason, No Rhyme…Blind Rage
What rage sits within a mind, unknown and ill-prepared when red rises, and can an emotional mind calm an enraged
Read moreFree Verse is poetry that has no specific format.
What rage sits within a mind, unknown and ill-prepared when red rises, and can an emotional mind calm an enraged
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Read moreWinter Days Yonder, each dawn breaks unceremoniously still donned in the night’s bleak attire, while a new day begins to
Read moreDeep Forest Life of the Faerie Deep forest life holds many secrets rarely, if ever, seen. Believe if you will
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Read moreHostage of This Winter I am grateful for winter and for this heavenly isolation for this monochrome dreamland seemingly so inhospitable to mankind
Read morePalm Valley…where dinosaurs should still live… The valley meanders, cut through ancient stone, where little water flows over sandy dry
Read moreAn opaque paragraph spoken without conviction The darkness obvious, as well as the vitriolic taint Uninterested reader, reading uninteresting words
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Read moreWhat more a heart wants, the less it recognizes what it possesses, and lost it may become, for in pursuit
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Read moreAs they write A lifetime they have pledged to the tightropes attempting to view the world in a different light,
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