Divine poetry written with varying themes.
Within us all is a silver box. Its lock is taught to open not. An envelope slot does route its top. Our memories inserted. We go our way in sun and rain. We bring our feet through mud and stain. The glorious, the wonderous. We deposit even more. Age does show its heavy flow. The […]
Read More The Locked Silver BoxA day came for the chore be girl to walk the sudden plank of nature’s path. The calloused hands of youth did carry the wares of worry. For the market demands came with demands for those hands. Demands those hands brought from troubled stands. Upon a brook lie some willow wood of hollows core, a […]
Read More An Ode Amidst The Willow RotWithin the summer sun, I hear a summer song. Notes and feeling give me something reeling. A reeling dealing feeling of something unbelieving. This life meaning is a ray of power unseen in me. My soul goes crashing through like a bolt of lightning. Lightning of velocity filled with furiosity. Speed of sound, speed of […]
Read More A Summer SongWhy does he do what he do, this man screaming and mauling, mind all up the walling? So you can see what it’s like for a man without standing. Then why is she crying from lying and buying, this woman so lovely yet sights see her faulty? So you can see what it’s like for […]
Read More Why We Do What We Do On Earth, All Of YouWhere have all of the stories of old that exist today vanished to? It is written, but it exists only as fable. The Egyptians, the Hindus, the Norse, the Greeks, the Annunaki, the Age of Merlin, the realm of Pan, and so on. I cannot list them all. But you can. Dimensional awareness includes memories […]
Read More The Realms Of Antiquity Legend LiveAmidst a day long past to say a house did stand of old. Not old of cold or old of bold but old of a miner’s coal. Hammer and nail did flail and sail across a day be told. The brown skin stood amidst its hood the secret of buildings play. For hand in hand […]
Read More The Secret Behind The House Of Old