Hollow in Fantasy, the Struggle of Self
Struggle of Self… Struggle, a soul lost to delusions… Hollow, this feeling, when betrayal marks a love, that once cherished
Read moreStruggle of Self… Struggle, a soul lost to delusions… Hollow, this feeling, when betrayal marks a love, that once cherished
Read moreThe winds in whispers articulate, praise day with no regret, for that is a human trait, not understood by the
Read moreHow I detest the lull in forward measure, those sighs of ‘too much’ felt, that slow my ascent, the expansion
Read moreBefore you slip into the darkness of your mind, please tell me that you truly loved me, back then, when
Read moreWe roll with punches, weave to avoid the blows, but life will antagonize just to reveal our lows, and react
Read moreHow divinely etched into life, the masters hand of intricately beautiful strife, as the rise and fall in balance keeps
Read moreUplifting this inner voice… Embodied in me, words and thoughts I cannot dispute, for it is inherent, an echo of
Read morePointless, without change… The storm brought forth another light, another plight, wound within those brooding clouds, that sealed the earth
Read moreThe cool air of change strikes with uncertainty, refreshing as a first impression, concerning for its unknown measures; for what
Read morePrivileges He can sleep without An empty belly.
Read moreThe dance, inherent in each soul, flows like a torrid river, arms rolling like waves, feet snapping to the beat,
Read moreWords taken in surrender, imbue a soul’s rich countenance, and the warmth of a heart’s acceptance transcends time and every
Read moreChange unfolds and can be a Metamorphosis… Change can be traumatic… Memories of halcyon days reflect what yesterday did hold
Read moreHarbinger of the Times The time had come in Little Town for a big change. Harbinger for Little People sat
Read moreSeeking Salvation from Tyranny… I watch the play of human ploys, the shifts of favor and balances, what’s set in
Read moreLike zombies they walk, detached, vacantly looking ahead, their gaunt faces expressionless, as their legs perform an automatic task; shiny
Read moreAs much as clouds in glorious plumes do hide the sun, and in broken sky their burgeoning white assumes the
Read moreWith a persistent endeavor, words conclude and a work sits idle, an earnest yearning to be viewed, and the author
Read moreSunday… There’s something about Sunday a peaceful feeling in the air… lackadaisical the sky holds a certain kind of blue…
Read moreReality is a mirror maze of reflections and delusions, and it would take smashing just about every mirror to find
Read moreWhat is this stream, this questioning dream that fills my nights, always displaced always not right, and feel as I
Read moreFighting instead of betterment… Too much is rarely said, as if in fear of tomorrow we must be fed, and
Read moreTrees bent in perfect lines as winds embraced every leaf and bow, and the valley so green wore a mask
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