Poems from Jörmundgandr

What's there to know that can't be said through my poetry? I'm a romantic.
Looking up Into the violet veil That flashed With Veins of hatred And purple promises Of midnight Marauding  Rains As the sun slowly...
Like lions dying In cold concrete zoos That have become The safety nets The rules and regulations Of the noose which has The Vultures...
With words Gently Being swept away Like sands Of the  Beach Rolling in With Every Tidal wave I find the permanence Of people To be much...
Life always goes For the low blow To the balls, Knocking  The contenders  Dick in the dirt And Diving Head first Deep down Into that pile...
I'm lost On The raft of Medusa Floating endlessly As Wayward voyagers On a Painter's Stilled Life scene.   Friedrich Does me little...

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