I contently sit with the forest as wind blows leaves by.
The floor unsettled, as always everchanging movement.
The natural restlessness is calming.
Without a defined order, there is balance.
Never a silent moment in this peaceful place.
I find serenity.
I sit amongst the city lights as wind blows debris by.
The sidewalk is littered, as always everchanging movement.
The unsettled,hustle and bustle is unnerving.
Structural rigidity & confinement;this is chaos!
Never a silent moment in this crowded place.
The gifted and fascinating Urban Poet, Asa D Seeley, once again speaks. He introduces a New Genre of Poetry...Reality Confrontation. Juxtaposed with Essay and staying true to his unique style, Asa brings a breath of...fresh air...to the world of poet
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
Afrika M.A.Abney