To Be King

Flesh has born in body torn,
Epitaphs in sullen grey,
A feast is spread before us,
Table filled with what we say…

How Will You Know?

Your hands will never touch,
All the things I feel…

Going Deaf

All the caring things said hold no resonance
And the feelings left unsaid no reason

To Be King

Flesh has born in body torn,
Epitaphs in sullen grey,
A feast is spread before us,
Table filled with what we say…

How Will You Know?

Your hands will never touch,
All the things I feel…

Silent Words, a poem written by Brad Osborne at Spillwords.com

Spillwords.com presents: Silent Words, a poem written by Brad Osborne

My Two Hands

The air hangs like a traitor,
Motionless and well dead,
A raucous silence…

What Do We Do?

What do we do?
When life has lost its sweetness,
When the cheese,
Is not at the end of the maze…

To Be King

Flesh has born in body torn,
Epitaphs in sullen grey,
A feast is spread before us,
Table filled with what we say…

Protest

Dissent is a cornerstone of Democracy,
A right to express what you believe…

Flannel with Faith

Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author, Veteran

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Perception

A journey into the labyrinth of my sceptical mind.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author

saania2806.wordpress.com/

Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!