Enigma
I walk alone in the existence of life's zone we call reality
A million miles away yet so close to hear a pin drop...Ons second past the other and time ticks until the hour of Hades and Karyns destitude
Bearing the mark until time wears it away to a cremated dust...Dali's painting says it all too well...Melting away till numbers only remain
Boulevard of sleepless nights and broken hearts commend myself to thee
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Mother Ocean | 0 | 05/30/2013 |
| Sparrows | 0 | 05/11/2011 |
| Anxiety | 0 | 03/08/2011 |
| Heart of Gold | 1 | 02/03/2011 |
| Far Away Thinking | 1 | 01/13/2011 |
| Net of Confusion | 0 | 11/21/2010 |
| The Last Song | 2 | 10/29/2010 |
| The Snake Called West | 1 | 10/29/2010 |
| Essence of Ass | 0 | 12/18/2009 |
| Enigma | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| West-We-Go | 1 | 10/21/2009 |
| Top of my Head | 0 | 09/07/2009 |
| Anew | 2 | 06/12/2009 |
| White Memories | 7 | 06/04/2009 |
| Poof | 5 | 05/30/2009 |
| Black Angel | 5 | 05/29/2009 |
| My Heartsblood | 2 | 05/28/2009 |
| My Light | 3 | 05/29/2009 |
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