The poet was a loverhe loved to play with wordsto twist them and to moldthen let them fly as birds.Oh, he loved his words so mucheach note he crafted slowlythe pleasure that he gotwas sizzling outer-worldly.He spoke of simple loveof truth and trusting heartsof...
It was dark inside my mind I was fumbling old and gray it was blue inside my thoughts I had nothing much to say.Now I see the sun slow rising and the light fills up my eyes and I see His glory coming bright and clearly in the skies.Now I see a new dawn breaking and I...
On the road to HeavenI slipped and fell in Hellthe sight was oh, so gorymy lungs began to yell.Smoke of rancid firesfilled the cold crumbling caveand ice was dripping thruflames that rolled in waves.Rows of rabid rabbitshung on toadstool railsand mischiefs ravished...
I have seen a march of seagullsin the early dusk of daypecking starfish in the sandmewing brightly as they sway.I have seen a flock of pigeonswhite and pearly flutter byhumming kahs n’ soft sad coosfanning tails as they cry. I have seen the sun grow bigthen it sailed...
The Boy in the Box -Book
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