Implicit Self
Images from my soul, dedicated to the world that makes me
Category: Poetry
A little voodoo on the hoodoos and some gossamer on grottos
A little dark, but not without wonder.. add on some sussuration. When the hoodoos ululate, I cannot hear cacophony in cachhination. As for the faeries… they left. In my castle, there are lucents taken from all else, so it shines after the grey. These fragile things, took eons to… Continue Reading “A little voodoo on the hoodoos and some gossamer on grottos”
Abuse
A poem on child abuse by the powerful. Every one, is more powerful than a child. But every one may also have a God who forgives, protects, excuses and takes responsibility in their eyes. Might ‘Twas just a touch Some feel Not much. My… Continue Reading “Abuse”
My city.. is old and new and in between
My city is old and new and in between In it, I am found and lost and never seen The colors are cries and the darkness sorrow Yet we all still hope for a ‘morrow You must go if you’ve never been See for… Continue Reading “My city.. is old and new and in between”
Implicit Self 