The cold taste of steel In your mouth, The faint scent of gunpowder Stings your throat. Just a […]
Author: John W. Leys
Possessed by visions, Unwilling and unwanted, Beautiful nightmares Of terrible, wonderful Truths, changing our perceptions. 5/9-5/11/18 My response […]
40 years ago 16 flags unfurled o’er the fields In the days after The hard rain fell And […]
On the road again Back to where it all began, Where it will all end, Where it already […]
Life is not a road On which we walk. Roads can be walked In either direction. Life is […]
Delicate rosebuds Collected in the garden, Sweet smell of summer, Now just dried dead memories As we all, […]
Days slip away Brown hair turns gray As a boy turns into a man. 4/18/18 My 17th poem […]
An Excerpt from the Recitation of Visions of Ðanuz, High Priestess of Jorð Listen and attend, Sons and […]
Chilly April morn Chai Latte and a good book Snow falls from the sky 4/16/18 My 15th poem […]
A single white feather Falling, flying; floating. Ivory against an onyx sky. Loosed from Lucifer’s wing, Escaping un-singed […]
John W. Leys 