I Often he speaks with the charm of an angel, his words filliping the minds that listen like a feather He is the priest standing by the altar of unrighteousness...
Will I ever love again? will my heart ever find solace at love's domain? like darkness, my love's blindness has kindled my hatred for kindness, for the love of my...
What! The divergence of thoughts and speech The immodesty of promiscuous words, And then our hearts an helpless Pilate, Releasing Barnabas, at the expense of the Just. Man’s unholy devotion,...
I am my own chariot and warrior Winning battles without collecting enemies' lots It is queasy If my quiver is full of breathless warriors What sound of gong is sweet...
Tell them we can see them; The house of bones they live in, The sweats that flush their gutters, The sweats of our fathers and mothers, and The blood of...
Hello future husband. I saw you in my dreams to day. Not night dreams though. In my dreams, you are an artist. A are painter/ photographer. We somewhere and we...
Broken screens A myriad of inter crossing lines Sprayed across things once useful A web of destruction spun along those lines Vision blurred by strong emotions Blind to reason A...
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