In the back of a room
Overseen by his dad and mom
And the cry of your own child
Comfort him soon
I watch over you has my own son
Small ribs of your child
Are unique to his own
Brewed fresh daily!
The Ridges of Intertextuallity
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
Strengthen Physically. Heal mentally. Grow Spiritually.
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
words spoken from the nothing
Poetry, free verse, haiku, senryu, photography, books, art, philosophy , nature.
What would you choose?
You can't break up with a soul mate
Spinning castles in the air has become a habit.
Inspiration to lead you back to Soul
poetry as I crochet
Remnants from the Realm of Dissociation
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
the literary asylum