In search of the good, the true, and the beautiful
I cannot escape the stranglehold of words. To be able to use language like an alchemist mixing chemical concoctions that play with the mind, well…
Smoke drifts in thin line, silence cut by time, the day lurks and night retreats.
the mind is our eternal playground rejoice in the fun of it
wicked thoughts between Chardonnay and pizza blond delivers wife waits. Note: This poem is written in the poetic form made famous by Allen Ginsberg known…
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