I have no poems to give you no clever words, no trains There are stone walls in my dreams coupled with screaming and desires so dark they'd blacken a vampire's heart Yet Insanity left a bleeding black rose and I was moved and time will take me where I need it has always thusly been true and the poems will come like trains in the night and I'll be waiting at the station like I've always been
Hi Bill~
Ahhhh... Your muse is resting and creating! for the Biggie!
Those trains sure to run rampant! Especially in the night1
Great deep poem inspite of your mischief muse!
Warmly,
Waiting for that muse?
Give her your black roses
I am sure their scent is magic
This poem is about being uninspired, or shut off
yet I found it inspiring
be well
pax
A
There is a heartcry inside your words that is undeniable and I, too, agree that the words will come like trains in the night, unstoppable and full of power, and they will move upon the hearts and minds of those willing to be moved.
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Ahhhh... Your muse is resting and creating! for the Biggie!
Those trains sure to run rampant! Especially in the night1
Great deep poem inspite of your mischief muse!
Warmly,
Give her your black roses
I am sure their scent is magic
This poem is about being uninspired, or shut off
yet I found it inspiring
be well
pax
A
I was moved by this piece.
There is a heartcry inside your words that is undeniable and I, too, agree that the words will come like trains in the night, unstoppable and full of power, and they will move upon the hearts and minds of those willing to be moved.
Kudos
Richard