Poems from carlos1171
From the rolling commons of the countryside
To the vast expanse of the ocean,
To the comfortable domain of home
There is...
The chisel never stops picking away at you
From the clay you came, and then existence grabbed you
And from then on...
The luminescent summer day on a steadfast bicycle,
Peacefully allowing the smooth air into one’s face,
The world is almost in a transient...
From the forge of the mind the fires flare
As the crafted piece is being shaped, hammered, and quenched
Each strike flies down with great...
All hail the conquering Hero
But wait, is this force akin to the ancient Nero?
A self interested and maniacal creature,
Or a liberator to...