Poems from Jacob Maldonado
A man walks a dry and horrid desert, in search of something once glorious and humble but now gone. The journey has been long taking it's...
Dark , comforting silence and total absence of light is humble, not an oncoming of frightful entity, it can be both warm and cold...
Wondering the lonesome hallways, halls who's owners show such diastase that the search for companionship is never ending. It's guests are...
People are books, the pen they use is made of memory and experience, the paper of years past and those yet to come, the ink the present,...
Journey to a place where things of worth are but distractions, where it's people value an individual idea of honest prosperity, it's...