I am poetry's plaything. Always have been. Always will be.
Oh God, make me a mirror let me reflect the beauty of Your creation oh, please Lord, don't look on my flawed frame I am pock marked by sin broken and disjointedly arranged ambling my awkwardness to kneel before You for You I removed my gossamer coverings worldly convictions presuppostions prejudices and pride and this last fig leaf outlining my frailty collapsed and trembling (it's so cold out here) but, for You I am naked I am naked and scared Yet, You kneel, too stroke my head and love my leprous body -Dyphrent
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Verbs of Life (15/04/2019)
Video of me doing "Dreamcatcher" (09/04/2019)
Moon's Fault (04/07/2018)
To The Wood (06/03/2018)
He Who Has Ears (02/03/2018)
My Love For You, Earth (02/03/2018)
Weaving Woman (02/03/2018)
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