Wheel Haiku.

Wealth and power are the two mighty wheels of slavery.

The Wheels.

From start to finish.

Void, null; life, death; infinite ends at zero.

Just something that been in my journal for a while… under the "Personal" Tag. Thought to publish it..

Fixing odds and ends about the house enjoyable.

The Wheel that Kept Spinning.

A Free-Verse Poem. This is my first one.

Pressing the throttle in, I hear wheels start to spin, and I bet you can too. If you’ve ever been four wheeling/ quading this is a poem for you..