i recite line after line, slice your isolation with fused, metallic words cube you up like Braque make you colourful because i'm dedicated like that... rain-swept hair smooth, slick skin i flex my aura like a white noise band i splash abstracts in your face what you think is, is not... i dont own sensible shoes or logical conversation you dont get my poetry but i'm bold as brass, undaunted, barefoot in the grass...
Yes you are bold as brass deborah, with a gift second to none. And when you flex your poetic aura, the fine letters are enriched with the dew of heavenly insight.
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on November 27, 2006
A very daring poem, speaking its own mind. Excellent. Victor
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
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Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg