The World

I’m just sitting here wonderin what to do Confused that I know everything can’t be true Not sure anymore when I’m gonna die Maybe one day I’ll go mad Or I’ll get tired and try
Cherry

Black Jack

little whimsy

Little old me

Ever felt separated from the world around you ?
Cherry

Petrified Gossamer

Petrified Gossamer A sugar cage of red Welsh gold spun and shaped by flame draped uncomfortably on Ockhams Razor a secular angel on the head of a pin flexible as windblessed cobweb

Released

Of the multitudes that surround us, of the thousands of blinders strapped tight; tunneled visionaries, gazing down dark narrow passages, Who has the fore thought,

Painter

poem

Milo's Yellow Digger

poem, about Milo

I Don't Think, Therefore I Am

The differences I see in the world today, and the world I remember growing up in, range far and wide.

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