Dedicated to raggedclown
O Keeper of Bleeding Poetry
In Those Times
The Secret Language
of Eve's Favorite Fruit
I Light The Fire
and Poison Passions
of Youth
In Robin's Eyes
A Game of Death
The Black Panther Stalks
Seven Times Seven
It's More than Enough to Die
My Heart is Heavy
With the Things I Can't Tell You.
said the Headless Prophet
The Night's Not Over
But Tomorrow
I'll Embrace The Ocean
And Recover, in Spirits.
Our Universal Savior
I Am Earth
as My Muse Pokes me with a Stick
The Very Words of God
Inked With Time and Eternity
Stay as a Valley of Promises
and City Of Refuge
yet a Fleeting Apparition
Seeking Beautiful minds
to dwell in.
Anyway
What If I was a monster
it's What D Said ,
I Control
The Wine Harvest
Every Poem ,
Everybody and More
O Angel of Death
Have We Met before?
in A Souls Blood,
A vision of Elephants
A Promise to The Dead.
But What if
Life's Spurs of Reality
Didn't Collide With the Wind
The Way They do?
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.
