Canary Song

I don’t blame you,
The digging is hard work,
And this old rock,
Bears little ore to sell…

Indigenous

Were wrapped in greedy wishes,
And fingers crossed on hands…

Take a Breath

From darkened rooms and little troll holes,
The intolerant are given roles,
And speak their lines of displeasured rage,
From behind thick curtains just off stage.

Love Light

This is not how we were made,
To cast others in our shade,
Treatment based on some earned grade,
Regardless of dues they paid.

Just a Drop

Freezing attitudes harden you to the world
Your rigidity ever apparent in your icy state

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life

Author DC Gilbert

Check out Serpents Underfoot and Adirondack Bear Tales on Amazon.com

Finding Life

Scribbled pieces of life

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.

Wild Scared Crazy

It's an uncertain life!

Omnia Caelum... Poetry, Art, Music

Live like you would die tomorrow, learn like you would live forever! (Gandhi) All artwork, music and photography is of my creation and all are originals if not otherwise stated.

The Lustful Empress

18+ only ~ Art ~ Writing ~ Sex ~ Spirit ~