Why I Write As A Counterpoint
I write as a counterpoint to all the doom literature laid before me as I conduct my amateur research of the deepest subjects known to man that of theosophy and…
Ashes To Ashes
Ashes to Ashes dust to dust, grains of sand upon the beaches around and on the coast of this earth onto the beaches we return, shining under eternal sunshine, increasing…
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…
To The Hidden Pyramid
But on decadence they live to rule but pick pocketed there will be nought but a thing to hide, so we become under white light as equals. The rich and…
Oh Man of the Wood.
Oh man of the wood where can I be laid to rest within the fibre of that tree to be as one in mass to your eternal vibration in energy…