Towards The End
Toward the end and in the distance I could visage the beginning between black skeletal trees, a moon behind me and so in front of me illumination, creation, preservation, transmutation…
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The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
Toward the end and in the distance I could visage the beginning between black skeletal trees, a moon behind me and so in front of me illumination, creation, preservation, transmutation…
Warrior of Poetry AKA Mason Cult in turk’rs wood once m’re twas early evening mason ent’r’d his creepy did abide upon the f’rrest track t hadst only been m’rely two…
We must simplify to survive the current model, detune, detoxify, accept humble worship. The light and day, we are given we can be anywhere just from our minds stop the…
I Saw Your Shadow I saw your shadow so I thought I’d retreat, there was nothing to say all blown away the wind rolled us like a carpet. We’d had…
The fog in the room, spirits collecting I thought my eyes were foggy then I realised what I had seen the gathering the final time, in early morning not aware…