Justin Tallman Poems

I've been stabbed
in my head
again

for the rampant
...

Through my eyes
I see your beautiful face
A seraphim's promise
I watch your hips
...

I exist in the 'day to day'
watching the wind play
with the trees
sway
...

In The House of Make Believe
We accept all wich are free
Be it worm or agressive bee
as long as your mind
...

Here I am now
with the reflection of a child,
crying
...

There is a lion
in the corner of my room
He roars viciously
aggressively
...

Stare into the eyes
whom scan for flaws
There you'll find a gavel
covered in the blood of time
...

Not of this world
just something beyond
the horizon
as small as a blade of grass
...

Cold Stone
Idle and still
A Human
Titled
...

I sit in the wake
of a soon dawning day
Exhausted and beaten
from a hard day's night
...