Through the lense. I sit in awe. As the world below. Cycles through freeze. ...
Precursor To This Poem: I'm scatterbrained. I was writing a poem as I was driving last night, and...
The Hour Glass to my soul Is stained As though It should be displayed...
A million magical shimmering stars illuminating the night sky..glistening and glittering above the hills...
Sparkling stars scattered in the sky, twinkling little diamonds way up high, clandestinely clouded over in...
Sun, moon, and🌟 stars. A predacious light eclipse, devine. Vastly covered lines etched. A...
I'll give you the world.
This world?
Yep! Lock, stock, and feral.
No thank...
Sometimes, when you think love is not hearing your call, you get a voice mail response stating 'I hear you...
Sometimes, when I’m not writing awful poetry, or wacky stories, I like to include stories involving a moral...
Anthropomorphic test device to explore amply, cheaply tricked out with super tramping, albeit...
You burn bright like a distant star Exploding into existence long ago Yet the fire in your...
Axed dent of circumstances finds yours truly liberated, whereby no obligatory constraints...
I would never sell my soul for just one price - the poems that I write, the stories I create are far too...
The gently flowing waters of a quiet country stream That gurgle soft and cheerfully 'neath moonlight...
A cantankerous five-billion-year-old sun, like a man or woman of a certain age, is poking fun...
Up you go With vertigo Earth spins under your feet
Hurricanes Of Novacane...
When down is up And up is down .... will we know it ?
The dynamic rotation,...
