Celtic Girl
Maybe I should make a scream as god might implore of me, my yearnings are tight as they go. I still see a Celtic face with Europe in your eyes…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
Maybe I should make a scream as god might implore of me, my yearnings are tight as they go. I still see a Celtic face with Europe in your eyes…
But so corrupted of our own devices are we now, as the way of the lord has been lost hence territorial war is but a hobby with no peace to…
Don’t argue over a bible god goes his own way at random and often every day upon a whim, the wind changing direction, a sudden storm breaking, an adjustment below…
Last Train To Astral Land
Here we go again prancing in the meadow for another fine book of poems, a giant collection, by that man of mystery Mason Cult. Who lives in an ancient Wood…