Steven Robert Ford : Writing

and there's the Rythm

and there's the Rythm

A Poem by Steven Robert Ford


ENTRY IN RANDOM POETRY CONTEST.
A play on words please and thank you

A play on words please and thank you

A Stage Play by Steven Robert Ford


take my words as for what they are and not what they mean my words are nothing but the words unseen
15 minutes of moments in light.

15 minutes of moments in light.

A Screenplay by Steven Robert Ford


Shine, oh light shine and show up the way, for shadow wish to haunt me further and further away. Shadow dear son, an absence of light. No need ..
What the f**k?

What the f**k?

A Poem by Steven Robert Ford


Some people and their judgment!
the inner outer me

the inner outer me

A Story by Steven Robert Ford


in me there is this dream the american dream to succeed inner desire to move foward outwardly, I am nothing more than a judged bag of skin and bon..
Slow life is good life.

Slow life is good life.

A Story by Steven Robert Ford


to move fast all the time only wears one out, move slowly through good life
She's a real live angel she is. And mean too.

She\'s a real live angel she is. And mean too.

A Poem by Steven Robert Ford


One could not really describe her. If too good, then too bad... if too bad then none. And who wants none? Me. I gotta be patient. Because every day..
the bee bop bippity boop

the bee bop bippity boop

A Poem by Steven Robert Ford


the bee bop bopped bees all day long but don't ask me why. cause, I don no nor do I know it not either the words i use to express words of soft..
Infinite Heaven

Infinite Heaven

A Poem by Steven Robert Ford


infinite beauty
A good day

A good day

A Poem by Steven Robert Ford


Wind, with water on land, safe fire. Heart seeing it all.

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