Story of a Punk Poet - King H. Ironson

 Hello Reader, Today we are here to celebrate our precious Love the biggest gift given to human's by our beloved Inanna... for this majestic gift  every Friday we offer our humble gifts to our dear Inanna gifts of  one environmentally conscious recycled nude  and one poem.. Can the cold hope of winter sun set a blaze the dead embers of my destiny? Whirling like a storm of bold hard to cope, a rage faze sad divers variety of agony Ban the withold, kaleidoscope laughter's shun cut a graze of thread of your mutiny Wishing a hike in a form of gold shard of escape, a mage roze mad lovers subtlety                                                                                               ...