-
Wisdom's rod
is what the towering pillars of aged thought
-
-
-
Was such an honor
to be given this cloak of pur
-
-
The first time I saw him
he was using a walker,
-
His fingers dressed facades of counterfeit stones
-
-
They creep down the spine, burning intensely in acid,poisoning the thoughts,vision blurs until only can see nightmare&
-
-
-
-
-
Between the pages written by day within one's thoughts,
-
Eyes diffused by transcend
-
Abyss beneath pride's pinnacle
plummeting in hollowed glare,
-
-
-
Shadows hold their secrets,
-
Of fated kiss that thunders
by penman
32 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 3 9:15 PM. In Other
-
by penman
18 lines, 5 comments,
on Jul 3 8:17 PM. In Other
-
Save
by penman
30 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 3 8:02 PM. In Other
-
-
Oldies from my memory's number one hits
by penman
32 lines, 5 comments,
on Jul 3 5:35 PM. In Other
-
Along the California coast in Santa Carla's land
by penman
37 lines, 4 comments,
on Jul 3 3:46 PM. In Other
-
Shields of surety draping mind from life,
by penman
25 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 3 11:14 AM. In Other
-
Seedlings sleep beneath potential's surface,
by penman
34 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 3 9:59 AM. In Other
-
by penman
13 lines, 7 comments,
on Jul 3 9:44 AM. In Other
-
-
Nuclear age deserves a special red tape reason,
by penman
36 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 2 11:29 PM. In Other
-
-
Bedspread tales
by penman
8 lines, 5 comments,
on Jul 2 10:04 PM. In Other
-
Emerald blades soak the sobs of muffling misery,
by penman
13 lines, 4 comments,
on Jul 2 9:23 PM. In Other
-
Moon
by penman
33 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 2 5:37 PM. In Other
-
|
