Poems and thoughts

I sometimes like to rhyme when I think, when the pen hits the sand, Where thoughts and soul combine, It is silly I know, but sillier would then be, to hear the siren song, and wilfully blind, refuse to answer the muses call. so here you can search and here you shall find wanderers of time and space collected all in on small place the feeling I once had the writings of mad creative man you might call it scribbles others might call it Art for me it's little more than an exercise to let my mind run wild.