That Killing Passion Cast your dreams aside young man When love becomes a dead end avenu… Nothing to keep your heart on cour… Nothing to bring you to sacred hom…
Witches anew are the dudes of the… on vacuum cleaners up high somehow… They get up off their skinny out-d… and sail away up to the many moons… no more sleeping, weeping, or seri…
Horizon carpets in pink appear at… to cushion the pelting sun and the… and for weary seafarers to climb u… after a long day’s journey to reli… They stretch upon the waters way o…
Golden arches with rose covered ar… adorning the entrance to the guard… that are kept inside the ancient t… that align the shelves in the room… of the prophets and the sages
Mother haven, shelter from the sto… a security vault with sinewy feath… with tears flowing from the window… and sentries posted at the delicat… fighters for the impending ravager…
Blessed home of life longing for l… the link between heaven and heaven… the foundation laid out with suppl… a palpitating structure with tender floors and crystalline ceil…
Mother Nature, her behavior curse… Her blackness exposed, her canons… Her fires bolting through the ugly… Her speech proclaiming, “let freed… Her movements like a cat up on the…
I see you dancing in the river beds, winding around the rocks, carrying all that you amassed on your journey down the mountain. While I stand among the tides I can feel you wrapping yo...
The Submission Love came to me with its strange p… It rattled my bones as it moved Over me, around me, and through me No longer am I the mighty one alo…
Man of ardor and man of song, Man of iron and man of velvet, Who throws his heart and soul, Loves and hates, arms and legs Into the storied depths of the son…
Raging lunatics in their glory, burning down sanctuaries, places that live
Power supreme and power of a sigh, power of the tides and of the wind that moves the waves, and power that pushes beauty through the fissures of the skin
It was a dreary day in the little village by the river. Doom was written in the ugly gray clouds that shrouded the mountain peaks. The cold mist was circling about, and the wind was d...
Anxiety is that menacing cloud that looms over our heads. It seeps into our mind and spirit with its intimidating forces and renders us with apprehension. It is merely an obstacle in th...
Lady in Hiding Her days up ahead are withering do… Like a deep crimson rose on its tu… Futures prolonged by past revivals Turning time and beauty into heate…