Where only eagles should dare
Where only eagles should dare … Did they notice but endure the rancid taste of humanity and all it’s wrongs
Read moreWhere only eagles should dare … Did they notice but endure the rancid taste of humanity and all it’s wrongs
Read moreCertainty is a lost paradigm, a leaf in the maelstrom of life, an inspired hope to deliver us to comfort,
Read moreBelieving absurdity is a human disease, those with whom we should share common goals, just vacant holes in the universe,
Read moreSated in the quiet hours, thoughts absolved fly south for the winter as a silent peace tucks in a
Read moreThe endless lines of election signs Dusty pines and clinging vines A pick-up bumper, roadside dust Chipped chrome, covered with
Read moreSave these wild mustangs … Pryor Mountain Wild Mustangs So thus we come to live out the end of our
Read moreEchoes soft like velvet loom, held aloft in melodic tune, and soothing breeze enlivens skin, feeling everything, as music strokes
Read moreStep inside and you will find What a Gemini holds in their mind It’s a busy place with little space
Read moreSporadic the sprays of vilification’s spit, hatred concealed in political plays, the grit of propaganda’s cold intent, vetted in timing
Read moreThe grooves are deep, the paths long and straight, and each time that echo reverberates, sitting in that groove am
Read moreTowards a new beginning … White was the color of my world, when I first saw it, clean and pure
Read moreSkeptic…please? Typical…the satirical, lamenting the wrongs, disarming the strong, just to affirm the apex, the delusional impact of self-proclaimed betterment,
Read moreEclectic remnants of life in wake, of all the clinging thoughts I sate, give solace to uncertain futures, floating in
Read moreIn Search of … Where destination covers and recovers forming and reforming that goal as predetermined domination hovers attaining and
Read moreIn conflict, pain, in ambivalence I complain and in revenge I am restrained, to obtain some control of erratic thoughts
Read moreAm I the ruse, an intellectual fabrication of delusion, held in belief until it becomes true, or even a bastion
Read moreIce the color of winter’s night, mist the burden of fire’s light, deep in the womb of boxes rowed in
Read moreGratitude is the foundation of humility, for without it we are just plagiarizing life, using up its resources at no
Read moreFor Poetry Month… Poetry is thoughts etched in clay, then carved tenderly in beauty, until it reaches out and touches
Read moreDesert Rose Waits … Desert Rose waits in silence upon the lonely hillside, An ethereal vision within a golden glow,
Read moreI lament the falling day, see those swallows soar to soak those last rays, as day slips to a golden
Read moreOnce foretold, the expectations get hold and thoughts indeed fashion reality from a sound and believable investment, creating the will
Read moreAnd so the beast rises, ignited by foolish spices, those idiosyncratic faults of mind, the plinth of ego’s spire, and
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