Poems about force

Between the Will and Attention

The mind is a little crow, a double sided sword, where will and attention play, while agape feeds...

Far, a day ago, a lecture precedes a new law, a gallery of men chat, interests on hand, women...

When hunger creates unwillingly, unknowingly and doesn’t destroy, we are no longer trapped in...

Say, I don’t say, won’t say, it’s not that I can’t say, it’s that I won’t be complicit to a night...

Regret or accept, the past begets a new horizon every instant even when I forget what I was about...

Quietly, head ahead, walk away, vines will cover the wrecked path, sensing the spite of endless...