Any more it doesn't matter the stars will arc forever while this random chemical development I pinch and pull will blink and disappear.
Redemption? For What?-Nothing happened. An illusion, narcissent folded inward till it equals minus zero
I pick my teeth with a fractured sliver of dinosaur leg bone and spit a couple hundred million years against the rage of wind while waiting till the sun cools down and the eternity of night that follows.
From the commanding tower of imagination intuition meets knowledge,
and "Promise" is conceived in the boiling pot of understanding to be
poetized with words dictated by the lips of a wise soul to etch a message of wisdom on the doors of the minds of humankind through its
philosophical poetic grandiose.
It was felt in its totality by my "I"; soul, mind, flesh and Me. At one time, not so long ago, I wouldn't have understood or cared what you meant to say, but, in my now, I see this as an unparalled truth, and you've penned it in such a way as to delight and amaze me with your sense of mind and intuition.
Thank you for this banquet of thought, Henry B. Stevens.
Your vent is marvelous, especially "I pick my teeth with a fractured sliver
of dinosaur leg bone'and spit a couple hundred million years
against the rage of wind." This is superb imagery from a superb poet.
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Regis
From the commanding tower of imagination intuition meets knowledge,
and "Promise" is conceived in the boiling pot of understanding to be
poetized with words dictated by the lips of a wise soul to etch a message of wisdom on the doors of the minds of humankind through its
philosophical poetic grandiose.
A STRIKING THOUGHTS AND ENJOYABLE SAGE READING.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
It was felt in its totality by my "I"; soul, mind, flesh and Me. At one time, not so long ago, I wouldn't have understood or cared what you meant to say, but, in my now, I see this as an unparalled truth, and you've penned it in such a way as to delight and amaze me with your sense of mind and intuition.
Thank you for this banquet of thought, Henry B. Stevens.
Erin
of dinosaur leg bone'and spit a couple hundred million years
against the rage of wind." This is superb imagery from a superb poet.