Poems from KenBarbs
My life is a labrynth without an entrance, and the key is somewhere underground
An entrance is my life without a labrynth, and underground is the key somewhere.
I believe that we are trapped,
Inside our own little cages.
Iron melted from it's forefathers
from beneath it's forefathers.
Mined out...
I am a baby blue bird, drifting to the soft sands of Rio de Janeiro, while lying dead on a dilapidated raft with all cares in the world...
I am a punk rockerRocking out to the drunken moon.
I am the moon drunken on the everlasting plea for the sun's rays to shine on him.
I am...
Given this simple question one would answer, "Logan square of course."
Look a little deeper and you might answer, "well he lives in...
Can art make a difference?
No, the question is, can art be a difference?
Can art settle, unravel, disclose, and ultimately end the...