Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Sunday, May 18, 2014
a forgotten past
in the regency era- they with alabaster skin ask for bread. such graphic images, with plastic smiles- we observe the chaos.
a force, not a disaster, follows people, even into the mines, within the minds.
"falling from that altitude will result in incognimity, but for now let us serve you better"