Talent In Droves
Sacred Like Oil From The Olive Groves
Electric Warrior Take Ones Skill
Brigid Like, Towards The Tree Over The Hill
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A quiet fog, shooters breath,
Rifles lay besides their owners
War, a grey colour,
A somewhat disturbing shade,
...
Spending Time Doing Chores
Sweeping Other Peoples Floors
Working For Free, Perhaps He Feels Free
That's His Freedom
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I am a simple man of words, hopefully i can bring light to all people who cross my path. Your poems are your poems, it is what it is, you are who you are, they are what they are, keep writng fellow poets.)
Sycamore Tree Dandy
Talent In Droves
Sacred Like Oil From The Olive Groves
Electric Warrior Take Ones Skill
Brigid Like, Towards The Tree Over The Hill
Feather Boas So He Could Show Us
Style And Grace, Cross Legged With Guitar, Glittered Face
Like The Swan On The Lake
Excellence And Purity, Make No Mistake
The Warlock Of Love, Climb The Tree Of Life
For A Clearer View Of Jesus
Look Through The Maple Leaves And Be Free
Sycamore Tree Dandy