trees blown over in the wind
kicked over by a higher power
crying in self pity

we must obey
the leaders
of our
destiny

Too strong to be considered ( Read more... )

the book was on the shelf ( Read more... )

And they told my two faces to open up ( Read more... )

I am the enemy ( Read more... )

i love the way your thoughts read ( Read more... )

devoid of color, devoid of light ( Read more... )

I move aside your modest clothing ( Read more... )

my mind is an empire ( Read more... )

For the next couple of entries, I will be postin my older poetry, which in my opinion is my BETTER poetry.

If anyone is reading this, which I doubt anyone really is, I hope you enjoy.