"...running my mouth, never worked... my hand's are smooth and sleek, let them speak my words through my pen..."
"...echoes that once rang in my soul, are now molded in my consciousness!..."
"Doors latched shut to forever remain that way... until the master key is inserted into the lock allowing entry for all... the key?...the master key of discernment and compassion..."
I'm an artist. Not a conventional one with mediums rich in canvass and paint, but one that flows from my hands in the form of creative writing.
Please enjoy my intenzity....
- Last seen on Mar 21 1:16 AM. Member since December 31, 2006.
- I'm a emerald dog poet for 7 comments.
- I am a 40 year old man from Oregon (United States)
- I have 7 comments, 34 poems
My Poetry
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I'm sitting here in my now familiar spot. The keys are tinkling
under my fingers nothing in particular. Just thinking32 lines, March 6 -
I see the burl coming down
without ivy wrapping it's fingers around branches18 lines, March 6 -
we parked across from the parents parking lot
he unlocked the door
