Creativity

We are
Artistic Wolves
ready for the
hunt

As the Cosmofunnel's
Moon...

I knew nary a whit about
rock n roll history
soon to unfold August fifteen –
eighteen...

In the innate intrigue of self-expression
We find a sense of unexplored territory
Much like...

Explore the depths of reality, of mystical genius and of magical trickery.
Enter a sphere of tunnels...

Snow angels sitting in the sky
Awaiting messages of love to come
Above us all, lonely lives...

Poetrys like shaggin your Ex
Comforting and familiar
Yet dull and lonely
Regrets...

May darkness reign in it's dreadful void and dead grass be disseminated to atomic size, let light split the...

I wrote.. I read.
Don’t know what it said.
But It was me,
So I went to bed.

I...

Literature isn't a game.
..And it’s not easy.
It isn't simple, It’s very difficult.

...

I linger,
Sparse in dubiety,
Corporeal laden with blood and scars.
Self-lambaste and...

Betwixt the realms of possibilities & the fantasies in your mind
Lies legends from story books...

One hundred idiots cooked up a plan
To find out who was the cleverest man
They decided that ‘...

Music is alive...
Love and it’s lies..
Can be cruel can be right.
Longer the day,...

Man is constantly building upon
His Love of truth
And his desire to
Communicate that...

Blessed
had to decrease the stress
My Mind was a total mess
Had too much to process...

Inspired by Tony Taylor’s brilliant poem “The Poet’s Pen & The Arrival Of Morning”
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The pro fun ditty of above
stated poetic side - title aligned
into an unexpected Eureka...