Flying words from Thesaurus bomba… With purple wings and yellow eyes, Riding upon haughty steeds Through the redden clouds, With scepters pointed onward,

The Right One The right God The wrong God The right deity The wrong deity

Some smart phones can talk. Some can hear. Some have eyes. Some have wings. Some have arms.

‘Tis finished but not finished, settled but not settled, stretching upon miles of shifting… a breaking down for a rebuilding, of plateaus reached

When religion reaches The end of the road, Where else is there to go? When its books are Ingrained in the mind,

Impending danger, my intimidator, My imaginary self in sole distress… My fears deep-rooted in me For what I don’t know, Are meant for a preservative

The air of the Almighty, the breath of the unseen from the deep beyond, the emptiness yet relevant, an earthly transformation

Beauty with her glistening about her aura heating up the cold her face melting away the ice her fires shooting through her eye… her blood boiling in the beholder’…

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 ...

Black is the color of the witch’s… Her face of gray and icy blue, Wolves and their ever persistent h… Holding up the full moon falling. Of ghouls and goblins at the gathe…

Damn Those Poet Gods Sleepless nights and distant days Through thorns and sordid blinding… Pushed through comfort and rest ab… Steady hands molding faith in doub…