A being of duality, poetic irreverence, and maddening nonsense.
When we started we had nothing. Not a penny to our names. But now we can get by Because we don’t play the games. You don’t try to tear me down
By Arthur Armstrongabout a year ago in Poets
"Oh it's always been that way" That's what the wealthy people say To quell the rising of the poor And keep the anger from their door.
There once was a prince, From a far away land, With a magical window That he held in his hand. The prince lived alone
Darkness fills the street as the sun finally sets. A cry is heard so sweet As a shot rings through the frets Of the madness.
What cruelty What shameful tragedy hath befallen thee That thou wouldst kill the Sunflower? The soaring and abundant bloom
I sit here trying to extrapolate A poem just for you But putting my love into words Is very hard to do. In your eyes I see the world.
I watch you there, beside the fire light. Breathing deeply and drinking moonlight. We've made it darling, all smiles from here on
By Arthur Armstrong2 years ago in Poets
"Good morning!" Your cheery eyes and velvet smile Sing songs of happiness undefiled. I know your heart holds grievous pain
Raindrops hit the window, plap, plap, plap. Thunder rolling with a green glow, clap, clap, clap. Don’t listen to the voices, it’s a trap, trap, trap.
