Showing off spitting Cee-wop-pay, popping wheelies with no helmet on a colorful Kawasaki, sporting vintage...
Men complain that there are no good women left
But are you a "good" man.
If by "good" you...
The literati of literature, the miraculous birth of a spiritual messenger, written in whale’s blood, united...
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Ripped notebook, And the broken mirror looks, As you scribble, Without judgment,...
Listen'd, Handful words Went on picking For flowers Disguarding weeds ...
Shall we... Consult the wise, Peer peers Trample days Buzzing through ...
I don't talk To hear myself speak Or write Just fancying the words, Poetry my...
Straight from the heart, no fancy words
Don't know any anyway
Simply simple that's how I...
Poetry is art.
Trade a brush for the “souls” pen.
Canvas, for its’ depth.
Lo Ran...
Words written
A songs been given
Lyrics from the heart
From which they came....
When writing poetry
One never knows
If our words inspire
Does the rhythm flow...
Why are your Poems So Dark Jude?
It’s not just my poems dear reader. Everything has...
Mocking motions of ceiling fans Starving mind, watching shadows Grow The length...
Where'd you go......
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Meandered versifier,
Allocating:
Formulations...
Not going to write In rage Stain my pages, Go on a useless crusade Try...
Some days the poems literally flow
Can't hit the keys fast enough
Other days the struggle...