The Rose

The torturous pleasures of monogamy.

AFTER MADNESS - CH 1 : 5 - I Don't Like Crowds.

There were other things that I have snapshot memories of. The man on the stage came to the edge after he had cut the woman's head off and held up what I believe to be one of the organs of the woman .

Reality

a poem related to AFTER MADNESS.

THE FOGHORN

The night is fog enshrouded The foghorn sings its tune, In the dark, like some great wolf That serenades the moon. It calls to night-time sailors And keeps them to their path,

ROCKS

The rocks stand in the water Like a moonscape come to earth, They stand there in defiance As they're pounded by the surf. An arrogance surrounds them As waves brake on their sides,

SEASCAPE

This is the first poem I ever wrote, must be 25 years ago. I was softer then...

Chill Factor

Gone bad!

Last Day.-4 Natalie Wood

Natalie Wood

Last Day.-3 James Dean

LAST DAY JAMES DEAN SPEEDING ON THE HIGHWAY TRYING THE CAR'S POTENTIAL, JAMES GOES, HIS HEART IS POUNDING. EXCITEMENT, PRESSURE RISING, RED AUTUMN LEAVES ARE FALLING.

Happy New Year

It’s that time of the year again, It’s that day when I have picked up my pen yet again. Yes it’s New Year people, It’s time to do something useful.

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