Poems from YoungMoor
It’s the shadow on the wall,with whom I’m bantering with.Myself.Who was that you were talking to...and currently talking to?Myself.Your...
I am the one who watches.The talons in the evening.The daggers in the night.The one that tucks you in.The one that brings you light.I...
I once met a man
an odd sort of man.
A man of many names.
A man we called Mongo.
Mongo taught me many things.
Many odd things, indeed...
The invisible walls we make for ourselves.They soon approach; ambassadors of supreme nuisance.I will stay here. Lingering like an odor...
With wonder and amazement we look through ourselvesand see the person standing beside;vision through stained glass.Stories passed down from...