Golden or wicked times, the presence of order or crimes. The Ark, sure there was, all but swept with water claws. Antediluvian. Antediluvian. There were […]
Antediluvian
Category: Poetry
Fury
Like Everyman, I am short in temper. When I snap I blow like an explosion. To detonate, a blow which can sunder, all the mighty […]
George
Oh, I hear a clarion call,
Angel
Angel
calling, whispering to us all.
The ship is there, in haven,
not gray, but white, be brave(n).
You are not alone, not ever,
it is just a journey, but a bit safer.
Silenced into the Night
Black shrouds are high, and once they were white. They were white, but not now, all that is left is to wonder how… Were the […]
Char Rose
Put the rose in the flames, she has heard many names, no need to hear mine. I am leaving, I’m fine. Listen to the sound […]
I Dreamed… of Love
I hear a hunter hunting here. I see a small spring speeding near. I see summer sky slowly sinking down. I wonder will you allow […]
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