Conscience, the wise old schoolmaster, walks among his followers and gives not of his philosophies, but instills in them the pain of guilt and the ecstasy of freedom from the hold that ...
Air of the pure blown away as the devil breathed upon the ear… his puffy cheeks full of poison extracted from lethal streams flowing from from his ghoulish hea…
Galleries aloft in the majestic sk… fire strewing through the perforat… doves spreading their colossal win… shooting fireballs from their elec… strafing artillery from the hallow…
The chameleon sun alive as the pas… running through the sky as the sup… a good-will mission of pride and e… in a yellow chiffon dress of allur… headed west where the end of day g…
The Gate Who shall ever pass through it, fo… Though it is sometimes not, it is… It breathes bitter sweet air Life with its ever changing moods
The Life of Life I see colors and shapes Dancing in space I see soft lines Moving through valleys
One tier alone in the night, an empty heart and empty cry, A soloed walk in the romantic air, a music without the sweetness, without tiers piling up in layers,
As home is branded into our being, our paradise of memories is etched into the branding. It is a permanent and fond attachment to the well-known place as we entered into life’s long wan...
Currents of the Arctic Warlords i… ill at ease in the pacific sky, making preparations to go to war, assembling their phantom troops to mount up on their prancing stee…
The tightening of the straps, the dam that impedes the flowing of the river that runs to places unknown, the numbing of the passion,
Daughters of the earth in full glo… Dressed in silk chiffon and gold t… Tears and beauty sous les yeux, In full view before my starry eyes… Suspended between earth and sky,
That beast that won’t go away, That hides in the bottom of the so… That mocks us and steals our fanta… That brings our dreams down to ear… That quickens our pulse for fear o…
Supplications Like arid gardens but Tears so drenching Of sorrow so imprinted in the soul Of desperation speaking
Lofted rivers of the capricious sk… born of mystery, deceit, and defia… wandering about and forever more, up toward heaven but not of heaven… of habitats neath the royal kingdo…
Runaway shadows begin to exit at Martin’s Winding as the tall, bulging Elm Trees st… in preparation for Winter’s Ball, running away into the deep abyss.
