[tabby title="Poet Bio"] We are stumps Cut down & brown Felled ,desolate forests & velds . It rings true that our rings tell of the truth We were here before they came Of ages before these pages Our roots find...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] this goes to heaven; the mist and clouds which send laudation to earth people reminding and remarking our souls that flower people exist to angels unknown of time; who lived in mother's bellies too short of life...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] How dare I imagine That tomorrow would be void of the hurts of today How can tomorrow discount the baggage of yesterday? The wounds that still silently bleed despite my attempts to mask them Is hope formed...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I have put on a new skin Rid myself of my old self Transformed from foolish to wise Full of wisdom I, I the son of torridness Emerge from the deep red soil Proud and in akimbo...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] balcony and window panes collecting moon drops when sky crops hope to the forlorn. embodiment of other things willing to live longer. eternity has a name and it's called flowers that are more gentle like song in...