I have been writing poetry since January 2004. I do not consider myself to possess any true poetic genius. I do however, create based upon my inner most feelings pertaining to the subject or the time. My expressions are my own and are often simple ramblings. What I write is what my mind has conceived and considers good work. Otherwise, what is the purpose of writing in the first place? |
The roar of thunder
drowns out...
She awoke,
he was passed away from her...
Fought on bitter fields tainted red
Revolution quells garroted oppression...
If I had only one hour left with you,
I would ask that day be in God's own time...
As the sun sets
and...
Accomplishment dictates, there are winners and there are not winners...in accomplishment, there are no losers. |
People who think their crap does not stink, |
Prejudice learned now, encapsulates willing souls, until, only hate survives. |