Pictures are seen and sometimes felt by the receiver, regardless of the medium.

Loneliness and madness for one lost.

Obuma is an ass, and abomination, and he is destroying the strongest civilization in history by circumventing all law! Wake up, people, before this asinine coward wreaks total havoc, and we live plainer than the Amish!

Read more: http://authspot.com/poetry/the-lied-piper/#ixzz1m12VR5LN.

It’s kinda of hard, to go to sleep, after drinking some coffee!

Two tiny poems.

You ever wake up terrified, I have. And that’s why I wrote this one.

Sometimes, meaning finds nourishment in silent withdrawal and gives the moment its potential event..

Infused Visions of My Rain.

A visionary poem I wrote some time ago inspired by my experiances of mental illness.

A poem about the thoughts and images running through my head.