The secrets inside the forest, the voices of the night, the gnomes and the sprites, the mythical, the authentic, the language of the owls, the lake…
The Grind Two minute drill up ahead we must… Every inch and every yard we must… Time to start clawing at six point… We dig our cleats in the rain soak…
Residue of the oceans is sitting i… Stagnation is in the air to what i… Neptunian creatures crawl into the… and shed their tears up to a withs… The air became saturated as the oc…
Whoosh! Goes the man in the sleig… Ducking meteors and the Milky Way… With so many places to go, he goes… Santa on the fly up over the snows… Speed is of the essence up an’ bac…
Missiles of microscopic dimensions… of iron, skin, blood, and sand, half human and half beast, half steel and half flesh, like gargoyles jumping
Lol she has arrived in all her finery and jewels, dressed in her black and gray cape… her tiara adorned in black gold wi… serpents atop, slithering, writhin…
Other’s Gold There it lies on the shelf all alo… With halos above and the earth bel… Heaven is a place to call my own As what I am a righteous fellow
The Arrival The Secrets of the dark night Hidden behind the walls of obscuri… Come into view with the morning li… As the sun starts its westward jou…
In underground temples with iron w… from under the earth in darkened h… engines roll with unsainted hymns and the world’s at risk as the dev… pouring venom through untainted pi…
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…
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 ...
Movement, the fruit of stagnation, When all is quiet and lifeless, When all is a bird with the spirit… Locked inside a cage with metal lo… Whose heart belongs to the open sk…
The black sun stripped naked of its flamboyant costume with its yellow glowing that paraded across the firmament and marched to the drums of the da…
Of life on an upward climb, trudging along sacred trails with weighty packs digging in the weary muscles in the back, toning up the muscles in the legs
You must strive to hear more clearly the voice of the soul that separates that which is popular from that which is true beauty in itself. Popularity is the culmination of influential s...
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