Poems from Nomad1c
Alone;
among millions.
In a city;
of parks and pavilions.
People rushing here and there,
None of who will see my stare.
I may as well be...
My table Lord
has just one chair
alone I PRAY
while sitting there.
Men will judge
without known fact
forgive them Lord
for their attack....
No matter the guidelines
that anyone preps
results vary widely
from things they expect
life; it turns out
has many regrets
I'd like to...
Stoical nomadicism is justifiable
when stillness invites death
.
Swift movement foils entrapment
of what you have just left.
.
Faithfulness...
They gave him twelve months
To serve that first year
Times ten made a decade
Stuck inside there.
Chip away the flesh
To reach a heart of...