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You are so little, you could lose yourself among those that matter, as you are just one seed that stands alone. Acres upon empty acres laugh at you as you cringe beneath their heavy fe...
The Perfect Game The spirit of the God’s was Pitching with me It gave me the strength I just let it be
Diggerman What did you find today? With morality in mind to obey Was it truths too hard to reveal? Locked inside for anxiety to feel?
For your unseen valleys and banks, lofted currents and sparkling wate… darting between the emerald rocks, we dream of streams close enough to dip our feet in and chase away
Family and friends wherever you ma… About the countryside or living by… Leave your plows behind and come o… Thanksgiving is the time to not be… Come all ye friends with hearty ap…
Electric river dried up from the… in the middle where lust and passi… inferno fires and angel tears in h… ecstasy and pain as love’s sweet a… pleasure calling and pleasure resp…
The fog shrouded the moors like an ugly gray blanket, and the valley smelled like death. The howling from the wolves was the only sound that could be heard. In the stillness, I awoke,...
Dolls and smiles and innocence, playtime and fantasies, of fantasy looking into the future… feeling it coming into being, little girls with glowing eyes
Aromatic gardens of exotic delight… A taste of pleasure through the ni… Apples falling from fruited trees Ripe for the plucking in a summer… A maiden journey into nights of pl…
Words buried beneath the turbulent… for deep meditations to dig them o… shining a bright light for them to… are for us to embrace as a soothin… O sweet words that melt away the c…
Words, thoughts, ideas, philosophy… eternal reverberations in the air from the mind, the tongues, the Aristotles, the thinkers, the philosophers, the theologians,
Primal fires from secret places ignited from the souls from unholy… passion from the wild out into the… unleashed from the dark by the dem… fires stained with blood and yello…
Our work is our contribution to the betterment of civilization. Our desire to work is in our inborn nature, our dignity, to lift up our self-esteem through labor. It is our natural pled...
Surging rivers reaching every crev… alien waters from an exotic island… hot and cold lava splashing agains… fires of love invading my being, slamming against the banks with ir…
Arrows inundated with roses and he… piercing through the rugged skin o… medicinal venom flowing through ca… massage the heart with such lovely… From the house of Cupid flew the…