Things

Why do the things stand in a still, Like molten lava, raging fire just turned pale, On snale’s pace, seemingly stagnant, Impossible…
English poetry

For You & Me

There is a place that I’ve heard has been to write about. Much has been tourism about it and the lame conclusions…
English Poetry - Thousands alone

Thousands Alone

Not with small numbers with minor descriptions, Not with little thinkers with menial thoughts. Graves put the sands aside, Thousands of numbers…

Back To Basics

I’ve left all my preoccupations, And I’m back down here, willingly. For all of the day that the vacancy of thoughts be…