I am my own chariot and warrior Winning battles without collecting enemies' lots It is queasy If my quiver is full of breathless warriors What sound of gong is sweet...
My heart is pegged with scars. Each scar, telling different tales. Beautifully bitter scars looking like gars That are made to live within the dales. I don't want to tell...
I am ........ calling to the father above to look me at altar of peace where my generation become my cross and the innocent blood my sin oh father save...
Poetry is a form of art enjoyed by many: for some it's therapeutic; for others, it ought to be strictly formal and in conformity with universal standards. While a majority...
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