Leaning to a bush in the storm that is my mind. Trying to grasp the essence of my thoughts. Sometimes I fall out, loose track of everything that is ongoing around me. I become consumed within myself. May seem wierd, even excentric at times. However I know I am not alone. Every day I walk......Read More
Stout art thou
Mere compassion of resemlance
Pretty be she
Frightsome be hence
Loathsome for the
Reach up high
Every three
Viewing the fence
Closeth be our mark
Shadow of our lurk
Breath of our turk......Read More