The sky bends under unnamed weight,
a path without its anchor,
voices gather but refuse
to name what hardens or shines.
Light fractures across the stone,
a sudden presence where absence ruled.
The ground steadies, yet no mooring holds,
and brightness refuses to gleam by name.
Anchor drifts between broken syllables,
shine threads through the dim air.
The song rises without burden,
and the horizon dissolves into motion.
Of any poet I have ever had
Of any poet I have ever had the pleasure of not merely reading but actually befriending (which is indeed an immaculate honor), the emotional weight you are able to carry from stanza to stanza never fails to amaze, leaving me, and any member in your audience I'm sure, gasping for their own breath again after the powerhouse presence you sprinkle the stage with... And on the subject of absence, I apologize for mine; I am well aware that a grumpy cat is never necessarily the greatest sign, lol
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
My grumpy cat is at present
My grumpy cat is at present on a leave of absence
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Ah, that was a rendering of
Ah, why does it only just now occur to me: that was a rendering of Garfield, wasn't it?
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
I sure do agree with this!
I sure do agree with this!
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
That is a blessing to hear
That is a blessing to hear
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Yes! Starward yet lives! So
Yay! Starward yet lives! So that we all may relish in those amazingly famous poems of his on the chronicles of sockboy! he-heeeee! To be completely honest, though I am reluctantly shy to admit it, I find I've actually learned quite a lot from said theme; and for that, we thank you.
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not