A grain of lust
A grain of lust, she’s chained to please a watching buyer holds the keys Anonymous behind his mask, the man can take, he never asks. Still slaves exist it never […]
A grain of lust, she’s chained to please a watching buyer holds the keys Anonymous behind his mask, the man can take, he never asks. Still slaves exist it never […]
The mighty bear that walk her home a girl should never lonely roam as little hands caress his fur the vicious beast will gently purr they slowly walk in twilight’s […]
up high above the lights shine through I wonder where my freedom flew in chthonic darkness of my cell if spring or fall I cannot tell my sooty misery below […]
on silver sails, we set our hope in ships that gravity eloped we left a planet in despair from death on earth we did forswear away, away in rapid pace […]
Remember those where poppies flew on Flanders fields – a horrid view now grass is green despite the blood that once was seeping through the mud from heated rifle’s deathly […]
practising for a whole life
dancing with my muse
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.