

Courageously Getting NowhereBe silent, my sweet the dawn is still a wisp in a dream I might once have had under starry but stormy skies where the dry chill and freezing ground meet to form a thousand a million perfect crystals, intertwining.Courageously Getting Nowhere
Be still, my sorrow fluttering wings beat the wisp spirals courageously striking forth to become more than a dream to be real running along skin like a tingle and the dry chill is bone deep crystals like needles weaving, winding, seething, gnawing storm is brewing, stars are scattering light is leaving


Of Gods and ImperfectionsA myth, a legend, fantastical tale passed on from parent to child. Where there once was an aura of grandeur there now lies a narrative defiled.Of Gods and Imperfections
All powerful Gods and Demons fighting battles of such immense scale. A myth is something ethereal, from Medusa to the Holy Grail.
Yet with the inevitable progression of language from guise to guise, myth's meaning has become distorted its connotations changing impact and size.
No longer does one in their minds eye conjure images of Aphrodite or Zeus. Myths now are more commonly urban and thei


the decline of innocenceThe room filled with smoke from cigarettes, intensely fluttering like butterflies. Uneasiness as light shines through the doors. Young girls breeze in wearing too much makeup. The look of things leaves people wrestling Especially with themselves and their thoughts.the decline of innocence
These girls choose to speak lies, not true thoughts. As young as five they’ve tried the cigarettes. “I know about sex, they’re not wrestling”. Little girls no longer love butterflies. “Mommy, I’m not pretty without makeup”. The media’s opened so many doors.
With shame mothers peak into daughters d


I'm scaredNevermind the Storm, that Devastates and Tears, Engulfes the early morn, Leaving traces with no cares.I'm scared
Nevermind the Water, Which Drowns, Traps and Snatches. Takes away your only daughter, The innocent it catches.
Nevermind the Fire, That Licks babies to Death. Forces the strong to retire, Steals each and every Breath.
Nevermind these fears, That fears that we all face. Beacuse after all these years, There is a winner of this race.
It's losing you to no one Ambiguity wins through. Tearing up my fun, Jus
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Violence Never Solves Anything...
However Big Your Chainsaw Is...
It Will Never Defeat Spam.
Spam Is Good.
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