Just one more line A line filled with tons of lies Yet, speaking abundant truths ...
Oβ sail beloved on Mistress Sea Her briny call beckons thee I be thy landlubber true ...
salty liquorice a taste of forgotten days in Icelandic woods
Tell me darling, are we okay .. Yes, of course, she replied, we are perfect...
Mirrored on sodden glass Neon moon makes her pass Lean over, partake beauty Radiance...
Can you feel the weight of my longing .. It is greater than when I lost blue...
There are times I still wonder, whatever happened to Miriam .. Our most ...
Sand slipping through the hand leaving a trace indelible so is poetry.
Awash The very word impresses me in its imagery In the implied excess and lack of restraint...
Oddly enough even when frolicking in the autumn mist with seasoned super tramping ...
Etch sorrow on genteel face Every tear put in place Prolific tis artisan hand Portray...
her name formed but a small part of the litany he once wrote for her .....
crafting reasonable poetic rhyme nothing to sneeze... at chew asthma lingua franca β ...
Be led by the Cross, itβs symbolic for North, East, South and West.
Be led by the Cross,...
Before homes, there were not homeless.
Before war, there were not soldiers.
Before guns,...
