

CanticlesMy thirst was unquenched for so Long that I thought all poets were Tricksters sent to madden me. Now I dream of incantations birthed from your words, And the slow ache you manifest in my soul Trembles from the stimulation you stir. I have lost myself in the embrace of your poetry As if your words were stained glass and I've only Just seen the stillness of heaven. Speak then of canticles. I know of no faith stronger than theCanticles
Force behind your words. These whisperings we share leave an imprint, &


The Quiet Lotus.The quiet lotus. A simple flower, really, whose petals do not try to rival the other botanical wonders. The quiet lotus. A shy flower that withdraws into the water despite the fiery shape of its petals and the glow of its golden center. The quiet lotus. Drenched in the droplets of diamond rain that continuously fall, never once believing their glittering praises make a difference. The quiet lotus. Softly stating its thoughts with little waves of its fronds, enticing sunlight to kiss it, but shying back to hide amongst the muck once more. The quiet lotus. A flower unafraid to bloom, but wary of wThe Quiet Lotus.


The Fairy QueenOn Midsummer's night a year ago While everyone else did reap Of their joy and of the spring I, a young lad, did creepThe Fairy Queen
Out into the moonlit night Through fields and through prairies Up into the rolling hills Where, I'd heard, dwelt fairies
I'd been warned about the Fey That they loathed the human race Told of all the torture They'd make a mortal captive face
Although I knew that iron Burned fairy flesh like fire I only wanted a glimpse of them To harm them was not my desire
And though I knew iron also Kept Elven spe


the Pale Man and the Bible II.i.) The lord is my shepherd, I shall not want (Psalm 23) Sword rang against sword. Steel collided with steel Their eyes were transfixed; pendulum hearts ablaze, Melted copper clockwork ticking feebly, Gladiators trained to clash, laid to rest In green fields of Elysia, or the dreaded shoresthe Pale Man and the Bible II.
Of Hades. And led to the still waters of Styx that writhed with the dead, Bodies intertwined with song and roses.
ii.) A mans life consists not in the abundance of things he possesses. (Luke 12:15) Wh
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'Forever we'll be crucified to a dream' HIM
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Hold onto dreams, for if those dreams die, life's a broken winged bird that cannot fly.
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Art will remain the most astonishing activity of mankind born out of struggle between wisdom and madness, between dream and reality in our mind.
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