I am a simple man of words, hopefully i can bring light to all people who cross my path.
Your poems are your poems, it is what it is, you are who you are, they are what they are, keep writng fellow poets.
Talent In Droves
Sacred Like Oil From The Olive Groves
Electric Warrior Take Ones Skill
Brigid Like, Towards The Tree Over The Hill
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A quiet fog, shooters breath,
Rifles lay besides their owners
War, a grey colour,
A somewhat disturbing shade,
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Spending Time Doing Chores
Sweeping Other Peoples Floors
Working For Free, Perhaps He Feels Free
That's His Freedom
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