That voice on my brow which carries me through Stretches along my anachronistic mind Breaches through the softest cries and changes what was blue …
Leave a CommentBlogs, Poetry, and Writing from J.D. Mullenary Sr.
Blogs, Poetry, and Writing from J.D. Mullenary Sr.
That voice on my brow which carries me through Stretches along my anachronistic mind Breaches through the softest cries and changes what was blue …
Leave a CommentShe sat upon a window sill, feet splayed to the air Untying knots that bounded free, floating here and there She slipped one, crossed another,…
Leave a CommentI speak for the naked, the shivering, the clothed in steel They know not what they feel They only react, unsurprised at these foundations, these…
Leave a CommentThe deluded of all traits Devotion would have you believe in perfection Sprinkle it too lightly and you’re abhorrent Too deeply and you’re a fool…
Leave a CommentI know why the wind calls with a thousand voices Its arrival is an argument, a clash, a forced opinion Nature knows no allies, time…
Leave a CommentIt’s time we talked, of who we are No, not skin and voice, not money nor choices It’s about your soul, about your poisons You…
Leave a CommentWhat do I find myself to be Called upon with expectations, requirements of another world Finding fault that lies not inside but within the eyes…
Leave a CommentCall from your deep below Let it fall away Strike the truest blow I never dipped a toe They knew to enter the fray…
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