The Lady or the Tiger
One person’s burdensome regulations is another’s opportunity for Hubris
verses and musings of j stoeckmann, all rights reserved.
One person’s burdensome regulations is another’s opportunity for Hubris
Creating peoples all who claim they are your chosen
Days gone by with endless promise, stolen quiet
Your integrity, In the corporate machine; See this grain of sand.
irresistibly sweet to my eyes
moving beyond the eclipse comes with no guarantees
Stealing silence deadly winds her belches warn dissent, That’s the way, conclusion cold as witches’ tits, Robbing identities, strangling servants, matching half wits
Waiting in traffic just to be with you, I’ve missed you so, I don’t know why. Or it could be
Is it time to talk turkey?
Dragonflies of love monsoon’s secret cargo