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What if -all you ever knew were lies... What if, right now, heaven capsize... Would heaven then be hell -would all good souls reside there dwell.
The old tinker hobbled along His feet bare, his face long Until a tavern he chanced upon By the name of The Thief & Magician 'Room for one?' He asked the maid Her bosom plenty, her face staid 'All...
Life’s unforgiving emerald eye Its stare weighs upon my open heart The forbidden touch of an angel A crime for which I shall never be pardoned It is the blood helplessly racing through my narrow...
Has any one seen that movie Stigmata , well believe it or not , the book they quote in that movie actually does exist, the book of Judas ,which is a gospel ,containing talks between Jesus Christ and...
Ghost dancing the incubus of our lives, I contemplate life's total sum, and I try To conclude it is equal to one, Or Five: You. I. The children.
Philosophy has long been an interest of mine.
#household #wonder I sit there, staring at the sky, Upon a bank of earth and grass, At every thought, I give a try, And try to find the test to pass.
#3 The atheists are right Nothing. All of us wind up in the same cold, black, non-living state.
My feet are scratching beneath the earth. The pain and illusion, Don't laugh at me, Just life and death fusion.
Inspired by @sarahgamal I was sitting in my garden, where Weirdwolf's often sit. When I beheld a groovy "Comment", and thought: Man, this is it!.
The poets and their interpreters may be compared to a chain of magnetic rings suspended from one another, and from a magnet.
Something inside reminds you to forget Everything which you do not know about yet Hard work building societies graves Ploughing fields in memories brave A man once fell from a blow to his...
GUNNINGIGAP The sky calls to me with voices of amber, speaking of treasures as gold as the sun. The sky calls to me, but I can not answer. Sooner or later, the moment will come, I know.
I have strayed into the chaos of your dimension. Corrupted by your words of temptation. O puss, what have you done to me. Spoilt me an assortment, Of ballads & allegory.
As the eagle- Flies above us- In the sky. I walk here- Below. Upon the untrod Path of St Patrick. Possession takes hold And a light is lit ahead. There are ripples- Upon a shadowy nighttime pool.
A candle lonely in the night, speaks out to the stars above, in gushes of burning delight, of a spirit that she once knew, that now roams free above the Earth, that perhaps they've neighbored or come...
In the beginning everything is empty, without color and light. Suddenly there is a colorless light, a burning flame in the emptiness. A man soars out of the flame.