They think I’m losing my mind,
that my time to live is almost done.
They say I’ve had my day,
that I don’t deserve what I’ve spent
my whole life saving up for,
these few short years which fly by
at an ever increasing speed,
toward some stark oblivion,
a fate which awaits even those
who would question my worth
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
A second wave comes
A flash flood of emotion
Pray our souls are safe
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
i see you by the red shores the fossorial dreams, and stardust gathered at my bones. ochreous
“Do not grieve for me” Poem Published in Free Verse Revolution. — Lucy’s Works
This is the place where ideas flowLike cheap coffee from glass pot.A place that only I may knowDesigned with trinkets to unclot. Wooden boards I laid out and sandedScrewed to one another, they mingleThey support my tapping handedDown to my keyboard to make jingle. This sacred place, my sanctuaryDenver lies in the corner, curled.She feels […]
This Is The Place Where Ideas Flow — Primitive Poetry
when I tell them I want to be a bird when I grow up all I hear is laughter not just any bird I go on to say but one in which I can paint my own feathers a different color every day one in which I can sing a new song until I find […]
finding my song — jdubqca
Ciscography 