Synthetic Gravity (1) 2

by East Poetry

Existence... is a simple thing,
it either is or it is not...

Flippant if you will !

by Patrick Watson

Sparrow fidget!
That window in time...

Brain farts at dawn

by Patrick Watson

I ask my memory to play for me
Something to tickle nostalgias wet eye...

A message for the “head twitter” twit!

by Patrick Watson

Looking back gives perspective as to where we...
That is the power of history...

The Past

by Marcie Cruz-Monge

The past isn’t always the past,
Always getting picked last...

Trying To Find The Old Me

by Marcie Cruz-Monge

Years ago I lost the old me,
Lost the women I was trying to be...

We cannot turn the clock back

by Patrick Watson

00Skipping about surfing the synapse, sparking...
Fanciful thoughts, philosophical thoughts...

The sad facts of life

by Patrick Watson

Spin doctors play a part
Head games, seeding reasonable doubt...

Composing without a tune

by Patrick Watson

There is no recipe to follow
There is no right way no wrong way...

Conjecture

by Patrick Watson

By engaging my curiosity
I hope to make a point...

Floating ideas

by Patrick Watson

The hypnotic phenomena, lying dormant within the...
Is without doubt, food for thought...

Griping

by Patrick Watson

A wisp of mist, like smoke rising from the virgin...
Dawn and me on the move...