Dedicated to HerbanLegend
I'll tell you the Legend of the Herb
of this New Generation 3
I'll spare you the blurb
of The Cycle
Where Lost Boys
And Broken Hearted Girls
Come to Be.
Letters to the Universe
must be a Dreamweavers goal
The Stars are Unattainable
But Quills are Something to hold
And quote
The Memoirs of a Pothead
His Painful history
Doped,
Over in The city of Dimeyes
Adept in the Patterns And Pirouettes Of Melding intelligent Minds.
Yet
Through these
Short Stories for You
A measure of love
Is witnessed and
Wilts
As In Herban Poetry II
And We Host Parties
Condemning Ourselves Victims
Of
Survivor's Guilt.
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoetryThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
