Poems from Jörmundgandr

What's there to know that can't be said through my poetry? I'm a romantic.
My life Is a moving picture Half written By a Drunken Monkey Who sits at the typewriter And Occasionally writes Shakespeare.   Caught...
With eyes like  Cameras Spitting shuttering Closing capturing  Moments Lost forever in  Waves of murkish Browns and blues- While gars as...
If reality Was As Fixed as the  Tip of this Poet's pen Then I could see to it Whole realities Extinguished like the moth hearted squints...
Keep me a prisoner in your Pulchritude So that I may forever know, in thine eyes, your alter of solitude. To gaze into the depths that you...
There are so many moments   In ones life      Where  One can blink A billion breaths Vanishing Like the day after   Yesterday.     Waking...

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