Lost Boy
Lost Boy … A child lost
Read moreSee Rhyme.
I beg of you dream weaver …
Read moreThe Tent Boxing Troupe “Step up, step up Tent boxing’s the game, If you can fight, Come make your name.
Read moreThe eyes of the eternal stare relentlessly into my soul, as if I am tissue paper, a diaphanous mold without
Read moreForever in the rear mirror, in eloquent whispering to remind, the past draws our consciousness to reminisce, to remember in
Read moreDull this winter lament, this hibernation, world seen through window panes, and the chill attests the receding into warmer states
Read moreWhat muse abides me, sits quietly advising this silent process, this cerebral rotation of gleaned truths, and how is it
Read moreI ask why and stumble, I ask why me and crumble, I contend and let anger ride, or I accept
Read moreIn the hands of providence or the dull blade of shifting winds, judgement s are made by those with whom
Read moreIt’s always been this way, life so complex has its ways, and within all life one can recognize the hand
Read moreTo some this is history, to others, just stories Details of things cooked up in laboratories Not potions per se,
Read moreThe temple of my inner self is quenched for all that in hope is felt, and sustained I am by
Read moreI feel an electricity in the air, a static edge of sharp unrest, as if a shift in consciousness, a
Read moreClouds decay in a seamless fading sky, wisps so finely scattered high, the sun at its zenith pales the blue
Read moreI’ll testify to no more than a modicum of sin when I were a lad and mischief was in, I
Read moreConfess I do to human failings, besmirched by so many mental ailments, that the course of life is never straight,
Read moreHow far have I come, how long my travail, to stand before the shadow of myself, and attest my joys
Read moreThe temple bells caressed by breeze, seize the moment, a calming ease of heart’s surrender, lost in a sky of
Read moreHow much do I absorb, how much must I let go, when life proffers an endless purge of all the
Read morePoetry is Not Dead Yet Sit back and read your favourite poem, Somewhere comfy in your home. Just relax, don’t
Read more…just a happy day spent with my cute little baby girl… I feel her heartbeat through my shirt, her little
Read moreWhen the wind blows and in afferent splendor imbues with honeysuckle and rose, when summer’s delicate touch gives credence to
Read moreThough words emanate from my mouth, spinning and thrashing about, where they fall is anyone’s guess, I, aspiring less and
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