Heard as one.... more »
A poet can say
Things in a way
That seem, they may
Uncanny.... more »
Fields of dark green grass
Getting sunburned in the summer.
The green turns brown, then
Bleached white gold.... more »
aren't like good vibrations at all.
They make you stumble
Make you feel like your going to fall... more »
The quiet one, eternal ticking,
Rules all men without a sound.
He's there before or first breath.
He's there long after we hit the ground.... more »
two came together
you are here.... more »