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Coming to a head in the days of yo… The tightening grew tauter for eve… As when the British kept us in th… How much longer would this opposit… A rebellion looms ahead it clearly…
Victims of the internet, the second hand voice, the gatherers of the data, the manufactured couriers, the thinkers outside the online,
It was a sad day when William Blake shot himself in his library. When the police arrived at his home shortly after his wife called him, they found most of his books lying on the floor w...
Our noble lady of justice sits at the river that divides man’s dreams with his conscience, with tears streaming down her cheeks as she ponders over what went wrong with fellow man. The...
Tornado Peace is a tender lamb up in the s… While lofted poems give out a gent… And the calm breathes in the silen… While passion yearns for its lady…
She is one of the normal many; neat, proper, jovial, goodhearted, gregarious, companionable, but also immature, insecure, hypersensitive and fragile. She is in her forties, but her emo...
My brother, my sister, my equal, You of high esteem and most releva… You in a place before me in the wo… A place that we share in our heart… Of greater anticipation and yearni…
For those who have fallen as the white wings of death have come to their bedside and spread their cushy wings around their lifeless bodies
Rivers running wild from the infer… adrenal currents in the waters of… baptism of the unholy one, the birth of the rage of the wicke… spume of the demonic disciples,
Beauty in her rhythmic finery, her rainbow colored ensemble, her pulsating heart and vibrant li… melodic feet and alluring arms, feathery fingers reaching inside,
The humiliation of the forest nymp… stripped of their clothing from th… teeth of the callous wind that swept through the proud hills… drove them to summon
Between heaven and earth, standing out in front and floatin… directing the assembly of the clou… giants in charge of the traffickin… the blowing of the idle air
From deep inside the labyrinth of dark corridors and silky walls, the ears of an unknown brigade that heralds and categorizes a certain music of a certain sound…
The Key A simple musical Passage is all I ask for The key to open up The pathway to
As the pre waking hours zoomed by in my deep sleep, I was awakened by the coldness that cut through me like the north wind. Some half human see through thing floated through the walls ...