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Truths of reason, truths of fact;… eternal mindfulness lacks self’s i… resound thunders, an inner chime w… life recoils rounds chambered, log… conviction’s horror, inner thought…
Righteousness expressed in struggl… comes shining in a single lifetime… From life’s shadows dim a gift wil… explicit in one solemn watcher’s g… Prosperity’s plex is so placed in…
beating hearts knowin how it starts we imagine what doesn’t like reality focusing incredible
Of a frigate, maggot, and / or fag… on any sun rise’ morn, which would… easy enough; this question’s poise… for me you ask; IAM all three of… In flights of current’ course and…
Reflect, upon the mood of men, in whose hearts lie fallow; their lives, lived in shadow’s dim… souls in murky shallows; standing proud, upon the life,
Upon one’s mind, these thoughts pe… though time runs on, reality’s mis… thoughts rude and breme, at this i… development of such, life’s resist… grim times, equate to cruelty’s tw…
on Earth’s circumvallate he would be laid, lifeless upon the lap of his Mother and on that day would be named
Some petty people wear masks of beautiful skin then, the truth reveals
Whispering’s screams unleash the s… an air awash with love’s tenders m… reach tried, through arm’s awry am… in touched return of thought’s res… thorough conscience, time is stres…
More than fair is just; more than just is righteous; more than righteous is spiritual; more than spiritual is home! Michael Darrell Walker
Knowing Who is Master the strap, switch, or cane or maybe Dad’ loud stern voice produces results Knowing Master
I admit… the confinement of my soul, trapped within this nuclear winter… inside, it is vacuum bitter cold, outside, well it is out;
I asked the desert to carry me from this place of the Qubbanet El-Qirud’ inferti… suddenly, that whisper of wind took my hand, and walked
We students, are the future and as nurturing features all must respect, and obey Nature, as our muse and teacher however, we must willingly
My question, draws upon my emptine… withdrawn into an endless void in… this presence’s gist, a thoughtles… the future is obscure, and lost to… eternity stalled, what does one mi…