Poems from gervasio.martins
In a world where a dull mind is a virtue,
There live very few men who
Through learned lenses see
The world as it was meant to be seen.
A...
A young maid with an innocent stare
Runs about her garden, here and there.
She sings and she plays completely unaware
Of the Black Rose...
I am thought-tinkerer, word-spinner, and dream-weaver.
I am storyteller, lie-carpenter, and truth-giver.
I sit here, day to day, working...
The Republic is dying, tattered flags flying, whole nations are being consumed,
Tribes of the meek hiding, Hordes of gangs chanting, and...
The Republic is dying, tattered flags flying, whole nations are being consumed,
Tribes of the meek hiding, Hordes of gangs chanting, and...