Posted on September 19, 2016 / Poetry Nine to Five So poor is the man in his pointless toil, For by standard virtuous he must be, Never reaping the rewards from the soil, In the darkness of this world’s horrid fee. And should he be so inclined to wander,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 20, 2016 / Micropoetry Empty Scraping the very bottom, In search of a sense of soul, Begging for it to blossom, Not a thing, a pointless toll. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 12, 2016 / Micropoetry Old Book A book of old poetry, The dust all brushed and blown off, All filled with idolatry, Pointless emotions, I scoff. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share