The Day Jesus Left Town.
Days of sheep and lambs to slaughter, days of indecision and loss of spirit, days of shouting loud to anthems, by vain and colourless music spirits, days of no direction…
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Days of sheep and lambs to slaughter, days of indecision and loss of spirit, days of shouting loud to anthems, by vain and colourless music spirits, days of no direction…
No matter how clever one is there is always something you will never know, if your feet touched the ground of every named country upon the planet or kissed the…
If as matter we do return after death, then back to the beaches as grains of shiny sand caught as jewels by the sun, shimmering back at the living as…
We live in the time of the enterprise of loin, it is everywhere and it is obvious that the human or thing worships itself by image. In the main man…
The indifference of lapping water in a sealed land locked harbour, water, it laps goes backwards and forwards. Even mother moon has no impression upon this wind variable lagoon of…