Champion thoroughbred racehorse
i have been pulled into a vortex of nothingness, where structure has no meaning
Sitting down looking at the clock,
As an actor and a comedian, I am broke
Someone farted on your poetry page
I am growing older day by day
As I tiptoe down the cold candle-lit hall his memory creaks in my mind with every step, every movement. I can no longer hide amongst the shadows, for he is there with me.
The intrigue, fiction and imaginative nature of literature has always labelled it close to being idealistic yet it has always represented the common man with zest and fervor and is an imitation of and individual and his surrounding’s influence on him.
I opened Pandora's Box and spirit is guiding me to new heights of Enlightenment of consciousness