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I don't deny a creator, no one can ever know where we came from, I deny religion and the multitude of gods our fears have become.
#adventchallenge #acorn Silver spherical teardrops, fall like rain to the ground; The angels gentle heart beats, create a subtle thunderous sound.
How come we walk when our spirits fly.
Mystics call out to turbulent seas. Good man. Bad man. What is he. Defined by preciously different degrees. Good man. Bad man. Many this traveler has seen. Lost in a chaos that is life.
Silver spherical teardrops, fall like rain to the ground; The angels gentle heart beats, create a subtle thunderous sound.
#colourchallenge. #acorn. The lack of colour, the absence of light. Devoid of pigment, returns to black. Absorbs all that approaches and soaks up warmth.
Dancing with the scarlet faeries, Fire licks my airborne feet, Arms fly out, the sky around me, Every breath is cold and sweet.
The Sun Rising Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us. Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run.
Sulphuric torment never to cease, Molten fury from hell's own lease, Eyes of brimstone, wings of flame, Beast of fire, agony's bane, Beneath the earth, deep, deep down, The beast awakens, flaming...
#nightdwellers If (a) equals 1 and (b) equals 4 And (c) equals 2 and (d) equals more Then (b) divided by (c) plus (a) times (d) squared might equal a love triangle disguised as a cube.
Wondrous event This time of creation As it seeks it's way Into existence, into light. How fatal and fragile. I have hope yet.
Look through the other side Then you can see But look this side..all is one preserved mystery Shadows gleam like nightshade So dangerous, pure and volatile Never crucify the disturbed and vile My...
I walk in the valley of dreams between twilights milky stars. I shall cleave body from soul. I wake, Distant from myself. Shadow dust, melting scars.
Walking through airport departures I deconstructed, lonely as a cloud, wondering 'what is a cloud anyway?' a union of oxygen and hydrogen, a transient arrangement of familial water...
Into a dormant confinement. The angels were held. No longer needed by mortals. Upon the ground tears fell. They try to speak to the soul. The angels aren't heard. Only echoes of past confessions.
It was a night of green and gold volitions, A summer of trees, and whispered inhibitions. It was a wondrous time, was the noon that night, When the sun was full and the headlights bright.
I'll fill each tiny, beating heart With memories of dust and rain Which once complete reach a point Of no return, where they contain An essence, strand of DNA Each more potent with each...
Curious, furious, curious curiosity, always following me. Is it the Western Dream or the Eastern Promise. I make no promises and rarely dream, these days.