Death A Mystery
I am crying light to my eyes the dominance of God the creator was everywhere as solidified sunlight from the creator we awoke with minds and bodies, heads tilted upward…
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The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
I am crying light to my eyes the dominance of God the creator was everywhere as solidified sunlight from the creator we awoke with minds and bodies, heads tilted upward…
It is now May of Africa forsaking the intelligent agendas and concerns of Brussels, Mrs May prefers to seek trade with countries that have appalling human rights records including genocide…
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…
And the green air insidious, is he flitting in bushes coughing and choking tasting recipes of death in the world. As if you never wondered why the brains were cooking…