The Watcher….
The Watcher is a rather lengthy poem that offers the reader a mind’s-eye view into the thoughts of a person
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
The Watcher is a rather lengthy poem that offers the reader a mind’s-eye view into the thoughts of a person
Read moreBetween the Darkness and the Dawn Somewhere between the darkness and the dawn, thoughts race like startled deer, surprised by
Read moreEsoteric notions…fodder for truth Some arcane notion swoops down like a bird of prey, and snaps up the living, tallons
Read moreLingered Kiss How many times my eyes must speak, of promises
Read moreThe hindrance of doubt… Held to ransom by the doubts that seed my thoughts, and confusion often aches a heart
Read moreI will reject intrusive minds… The closer one becomes to reality, the further away one senses one’s own state of
Read moreReality out of darkness, swirls, its movement as if deliberate, elusive, but my mind shreds it to the bone, fibers
Read moreAssuming is limitation… Fortune and misfortune are perilous beliefs, just undulations in the waves of aftermath our choices marking the
Read moreStretched between what a mind can imagine and what a mind can’t accept in reality, I fathom my path with
Read moreBoxes, all shapes and sizes
Read moreLike a bright, colorful butterfly, no one is as beautiful as you. Once again he was young and in love
Read moreOur Last Night … There was this girl – I would never forget and it all began in the summer
Read moreBurgeoning cloud like rolling waves, tossed and streamed across the sky, laden with oceans rising mists to unleash upon
Read moreHe sits upon his throne, his square jaw defiant and protruding, and from all he has sewn, must accept the
Read moreMy finger lazily traces the lines of her face The worn photograph is beginning to show its age The coloration
Read moreShe speaks of the past often Rarely smiles Reminiscing about times when things were better Her young face No longer
Read moreThey called him a chicken farmer but he only had one chicken They called him a chicken farmer ’cause’ he
Read moreWere it not for peace, my inner state, words would fly like daggers, and I, each one would regret, as
Read moreAspirations drip from laden quills, souls in quest of immortality, words so eloquent to last in thought, heart imbued with
Read moreTransient, these faces that haunt my dreams, wafting in and out of consciousness, like wisps of smoke, forming and disspating,
Read moreThe Old Cemetery Once I went walking, in an old cemetery. Where my footsteps, echoed on the hallowed ground. Where
Read moreIn my Delight and sorrow, It’s your sincere face that I see, For it fosters the spirit of tranquility As
Read moreKnowledge is an insight into certain aspects of life, and often rejected by those who think they know, as we
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