If the mind of the flesh is death and the mind of the spirit is life and peace then surely the voice of silence is an abyss of empty darkness while heads buried in the sand (maybe from fear) (maybe... Continue Reading →
We only See the things We want to see Surviving and breathing with blinders on Unwilling to look under layers formed Weak spots on show Concealed by Blinders Worn ©Vivian Zems (#Tetractys) Frank is hosting at dVerse poets pub today.... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 