Santa Claus inspecting Cupid's paws
Rain dear, there's blood on the scarecrow
Washing toxic resin away from man's flaws
Capricious and calculating threshold below
Snow
Snowden
And snowed
Sleigh and plow
Glass bottom boat
I kept a secret when
What and how; survival
Planning and keeping afloat
Gifts spend generous
Trees adorn the season
The mind works strenuous
Until it pops for no other reason
Than to leach out the gangrenous pus
Head swelled with a socio-pathway leaching
With treason
Timing is
Everything
When to fully expose
Wilted black rose
Decade of illusion
Chaos and confusion
Dishonorable contusion
Saltwater marine death wish
Granted in collusion
A philosopher like you would also make a great cinematographer, though sometimes what you write leaves me with wonder as to the meaning, I still enjoy to read it whenever I get the chance...-e-
(Hope you are keeping well & happy & remember PRIDE is the operative word for now and for the future)
I've been absent from your imaginative pages for awhile. I almost forgot what a brilliant philosopher you are! This curled my limpid toes. I'll be back!
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
During the 1960's a young soldier struggles with basic training, a bully sergeant and his own inner demons. A tale of struggle, redemption and survival.
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(Hope you are keeping well & happy & remember PRIDE is the operative word for now and for the future)
Ron