Robert M Hensel
Crispy chimes of Autumn, spread out upon natures floor. The falling greens of spring and summer, now taking on a brown like decor. Bare bodies stand naked, their bones clanging in the wind. Hoping
Placing one foot in front of the other, I’ve climbed to higher lenghts. Reaching beyond my own limitations, to show my inner strength. No obstacle to hard for this warrior to overcome. I’m just
Words flow onto paper like rain, forming giant rivers Of unseen lands. The very force guides us along a journey That holds of great adventure. We are the explorers of the literary world. We
Shadow puppets on the wall. Dark carbon copies of what a furnished room bares. Into a black covered mirror, my world reflects. Showing me things, only the night has to offer.
Unveil onto me, the true message of the heart. Fill me with it’s knowledge, so I may learn the art. Supply me with the needed tools, to create a lasting love. One, that not
We all must bring our Racism To end. A message to all, I long to send. The colors of the world, all join as One. For the Lord is our shepherd, and We as
Carry me out the ocean, where My drifting thoughts flow free. Guide them to a far distant land, That only the mind can see. There I shall paint a great portrait, Of what this
Cool Morning spit on bladed grass. A Thousand silky fingers tickling toes. The strong scent of natures freshly cut hair. Mans spiritual stamping groung toward inner Peace.