Poems from Dragon2001

Where do you grab your why? Out of thin air? Does it come to you while sitting, watching the day go by? Maybe it runs into you on your...
The pen's mightier than the sword? Quite so! Quite so! Swords cut through the heart, but words strike the soul. The world says "actions...
Standing at the mouth, seeing the belly of the beast. Steps I take toward the impending digestion. Strange people. Getting lost. Go here,...
Five Stages of loss colored with the paints of emotion, stained by the blemish of unexpected commotions. It gets ugly, "it's on me" you say...
Soothing aromas and sweet flowery scents hang in the calm, cool morning breeze sweeping across the city, to the point where one can almost...