The Storm Cloud Passing There is no point regretting, The things you can’t control. So it is worth forgetting That which stings your soul....
It depends, I've always admired lyrics by Dylan, Hendrix, Morrison, etc, but as far as classic rock goes, lyrics by Roger Waters are in my mind...
So sad, so scary. It seems we never learn
I wrote this recently, but wasn't too thriled with it, so please lend me your frank and honest opinions! Trying to Write a Poem I’m trying to...
Dream Machine Dream machine take me away, To the land called Yesterday. Where every problem is defused, And I shall be left un-bruised....
Wow! Man, that was deep! It isn't easy to attach colors to ideas effectivley, but I think you more than succeeded
Desire A final longing clings to me, breathing in between my veins, swirling around my thoughts. A lone talon dug into the flesh of my mind....
Glad to see you're writing again, I've missed your inspired verses! I loved the imagery, but to be honest the rhythm was a little off....
NOTE: I am not an alcoholic, this a purley fictional scenario! After Drinking The eyes were nebulous, green lilies on pools of red molasses....
Memories on Rye I remember the delicatessen. Four hours of debating and fifteen minutes of driving. We make mental sandwiches, stir our...
In the night there is no need to fear, For centuries mankind has had a guide. Unwavering, they never disappear, They are unchanging like the...
Took too long to get vascular approval from the legs. I had to shake the melatonin from my brain, hose off the rest in the shower. Blood drops...
Very inventive if not agonizing in its implications. Well done!!
In the end, after a hundred thousand progeny have surrendered to the dust, There will be nothing. For the master star will wipe clean all...
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Thinking too acutely can be dangerous. Like the curiosity that cut my thumb instead of shaving. Climbing a dwindling pyramid of “it’s all right”...
"Bon Chance!" as they say in France. I hope your cross-country ride goes well. This piece is very good, the rhythm is unusual, but has a pleasent...
I can read poems, but can they read me? Do I conjure the authors’ soul when I run my fingers along those delicate frames of greatness? Can I...
It came to me in dead of night, But when I woke it did take flight. I pondered long this horrid dream, That brought from me a silent scream....
Freakin awesome man! The way you depict nature and emotions is so vivid, it brings the work of Wiliam Blake to mind. Excellent!!
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