Note: If you registered before 16 October 2017 and have not yet done so please reset your password. Reset
We have switched over to a new website platform which will allow us to vastly improve the service offered by The Talent Bank.
IT IS TIME, TIME THAT THIS DORMANT BRAIN IS
ONCE AGAIN REINCARNATED FROM ITS SELF
TIME FOR WORDS TO BEGIN AGAIN TO FLOW
INTO A STREAM OF PURE CLARITY TO
THE ERUDITE READER.
THUS THE POET WILL WITH EAGER PURPOSE
ENDEVER TO PAINT HIS WORDS WITH
INTENT TO PRODUCE REALITY.
A REALITY; NOT UNLIKE A DISTANT STAR,VISIBLE
BUT LACKING IT'S FINER DETAIL UNTIL THE
HEARTS DESIRE IS RESET.
Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *
Hands afloat whats to really Owl hoot does your wealthy hands fit his western boot
Dreams come into our life its not just something you own like a garment your the artist
Let's back up a minute there are million stars are we all in it? The sunset we met love
The poem is about Healers throughout history.
The poem is about Healers throughout