Surfing the net for a muse
I look around These ravaged times Discovering struggling bits and bytes Pick them up to make them chime And wonder at their flights! I am a healer Of words that lie disparaged In heaps on highways where no one treads And suture them to build a maze Or simply sculpt the lonesome shreds! I click...
The dictator
He moved ahead leaving a trail Of incomplete poetry And then jumped on to other paths Where he was able to leave Incomplete Articles, sketches, thoughts, And lots and lots Of priceless creative clutter. He left behind Words that could have been friends Or leaders or lovers They could’ve given the world His world A...
