The musings of a melancholic man.
Poems, stories and anecdotes to make sense of the world.
How oft are we reminded day to day, that our freedom is fought for paid in blood, yet when exercised constraints array, freedom is a concept mired in mud.
By Alexander Stoddart7 months ago in Poets
Feeling inspired searching for inspiration how fickle is the mind
writers block blank page yet on this page ink is spilled irony in ink
Post Nubes Lux After Clouds, Light rain on the horizon, what a fretful sight. - The sky is alive, A cacophony of fright
It is oft proclaimed, that chivalry is dead, aye, that may be so, for what is chivalry but a list of virtues, not easily followed.
A new day calls, full of endless possibilities, People to see, Joy to feel. - Yet when confronted, by the people I see,
