Women are a special kind
Acting differently in most...
**This poem was a club challenge in which we had...
Occasionally I question how others view the world...
I could write about a woman lost
within the woods, whose hands...
Rapping at your window
and tapping on your door...
My red freedom, you've a door
Knocked on by each blood stained hand...
The wiser you are
the less you speak for nonsense...
Any mankind's weak,
but getting strength from weakness...
They're gone.
The doors have finally shut and...
Thinking back on memories
Memories of the past...
Intoxicating
trees of authentic design...
Take time to think
for even a mad man thinks as he...
See a pallet of beautiful
Colours shining bright...