Poems from Moses Espaniola III
Love all earthlings, safeguard and never overfeed
Simply put, this is the Earthling Creed
We move with destruction on the soles of our feet...
It would be simple to quit when agony perpetuates in her soul
Grip of understanding for people is her goal
But she cannot handle the gifts...
Fighting angels sped over shattered clouds,
Drawing their golden swords with honey creeper stains,
Symbolism dancing in the reflective sky...
He was left behind it was not his fault.
A late bus was his only route.
Lonely, he stood in darkness that brought mist--a devils cold.
A...
Fell with gravity to glass-filled rock below.
An impact, no words could prevent, with an ancient flow.
A singular connection between foot...