In days of poetry, fools Gather to bring order To entropic endeavors Lost between the greens Growing peace and greens Bleeding lives, happiness Reigns within the limits Of sequential times And the shackles of space But oh poet, oh fool, … Continue reading
Nothing begins nowhere, not here, not there, Quiet nights echoing unuttered words, No news to convey, no kisses to share, Night without chimes, morning empty of birds. Should I be lost with nothing to offer, Elated that nothing is peace … Continue reading
A body sore With time at war A mind ahead unseen A soul torn Like the earth born Alignment in between Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
sun with rain pass time wind whistles through apertures turbines stand rusted Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
For Georgia of the valley – A Monday redeemed As light in a concave of aura Diminished in each alley. Had I gall and a galley, I’d follow the sun beyond Cars and comforts, yet a small Number of sunsets … Continue reading
Pressed up against the clock, Hours public for feet wiping, Minutes thrown off in liberation, Gathered at day’s end in frustration, Plugged-in in public, lips moving Without sound, an invisible Barrier, isolated, access gained To a treasure trove in full … Continue reading