Poems from Adriana McGee
So the knight dropped his heavy sword -
and shook his golden head.
He knew that virtue is it's own reward -
but chivalry is dead.
Bongoe drums and bullfights,
Swining days and reckless nights -
In Technicolor or Black and White,
Wrong or right, he'll win the fight -...
I was born
a tortured ship as sea,
with rare moments of -
lucidity.
The ocean screams out alone, aghast,
and lonely, lollingly rolls -
in empty dreams of the past,
in remembering evil souls.
If one can hold...
I wish I could care as much as others do,
I wish I knew what to chase -
I wish I could follow all of you,
If I could see what it is you...