From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World Available Now (Link Below) *The Other 1s* Don’t look at me like I’m a freak With a damaged chromosome, Yes I am alone, But I am not alone. Next time you assume…
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The Reminder
From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World Available Now (Link Below) *The Reminder* I saw a pretty girl today, And she reminded me of You… Then I saw another — And to my surprise, She did too. I saw…
I Held a Lorikeet Today
From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World Available Now (Link Below) *I Held a Lorikeet Today* I Held a Lorikeet Today— Both Free to Hold Its Wings… My open palm seizes the moment This warm season graciously Brings. I…
She Can Grow
From Art of Mind II: All In *She Can Grow* It will not always be like this. Believe it or not. Yes, that nestling daisy will blossom into a bird’s-foot violet. The whole world will want to pick at her,…
Tagged with: Books, Philosophy, Poetry, Poetry Books, Writing
Posted in Books, Philosophy, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Books
Posted in Books, Philosophy, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Books
Preserved
From Art of Mind II: All In Available Now on Amazon.com and all book retailers. *Preserved* Those who die young Skip the Grave Mistakes, They forego age and regrets: And go straight to Heaven’s Gate. Copyright 2012. All Rights Reserved…
Final Say
From Art of Mind II: All In Available Now on Amazon.com and all book retailers. *Final Say* Year after Year, Day after Day, Beautiful Faces Keep Fading Away. They display photographs of famous faces That I no longer recognize. They…
Tagged with: Literature, Philosophy, Poems, Poetry, Writing
Posted in Literature, Philosophy, Poetry
Posted in Literature, Philosophy, Poetry
The Look of Love
*The Look of Love* She’s dining in the company of a very lucky gentleman — who is currently not in attendance. She’s dining in the memory of a fine, distinguished gentleman — Who is privileged to be this lady’s companion.…
A Salesman’s Omission
*A Salesman’s Omission* “Go out and Live!” Exclaims the world! They sell the notion of Living Every Day Like it’s the last and to not let a single minute Be lost. With a drowsy eye and a wavering head —…
Hours in Volumes
*Hours in Volumes* Days shouldn’t feel this empty. Sealing capsules without substance lowers already knocked off pedals of will — halting locomotive chains that were barely moving anyway. I’m still expected to approve the dross and waste of a full…
Blues Queen
*Blues Queen* She finally made it back to Birdland. It feels like just yesterday she was here in New York City, spray-painting this bitter, hateful earth with the blues. Now she is on Heaven’s replica stage being backed up…
Tagged with: Art, Blues, Blues Queen, Dinah Washington, Literature, Music, Poetry, Writing
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