| A walk in the brisk voice of sunset. |
My Little PlugI got a little plug, Not that guy from the beano, The one with an ugly mug,My Little Plug
I love my little plug, It lights up my world, By giving the socket a hug!
WastelandA whiter light shines intensely above you, It hums the ode of a black morning, A rude awakening.Wasteland
As you rub your eyes from the nightmares of last night, Burning news.. Into heartache blues....
You look into a cold vision, Glowing with cynical meaning within your mad mind, Freezing sweat pours down, He shivers.... Frenzy, worry, pain, confusion... He lets them stream down his mental river, To a raging Edge,
Foaming white,
So deep....
A waterfall.
Why do you sit down in a dark corner of y
NothingWhen the time to harvest words calls, With blank eyes I gaze, Mind's air streams into a great abyss, As my letters dance in haze.Nothing
Time halts in my devious fields, Where the corn grows long, Yet I brandish the bluntest scythe, It cannot reap phrase into song.
In my artful craving for liquor of wisdom, I linger madly by my fountain of muse, All is forlorn and all is barren, There are no more souls left to amuse,
And as my finest hour ticks to life, I will not hanker for knack of Milton! Nor will I strain for some petty vibe! But a fres
Through the VoidWisps of smoke rise from the burning mountain, Smothering dreams into a strange, distant haze. I wander with watchful vision across an ancient bridge, Above the ghostly ode of an open lake swirling on and on.Through the Void
The summit sheds a searing downpour in through the void, I heard its trembling cry cutting like a bitter knife through the horizons, Tremors of fury.... quivers of grief, so utter, Engulfing souls in a brilliant, raging fire.
In a momentary step through the void, It all spirals down into my fading mind, Like a lethal snake piercing into its weary prey, Soft,
Remembered.Remembered.Remembered.
Memories of moments past linger as your fingers brush my skin; That tender smile so honest and full, The play of your breath across my face as our lips brush. Your strong arms embracing, The warmth of your body invading mine. Loving words spoken without censor. The fading colour of your eyes as they close with a kiss - The taste of your day on my lips. A single moment so pure, And yet so impure by it's perfect imperfection. An act so important, And never taken for granted. A declaration of feeling - Neither public or private, &
The Quiet HoursI have kissed The blonde saviorThe Quiet Hours
His eyes rolling backward− Marooned as a twist of blue
In the silver twilight
Sovereign eyed, I need not know what stirs Nor imagine The distant conjuring
Of thought devoured
Beyond−
Limp lidded holes to heaven
It is safe to imagine In the delicious eternity of sleep; In the hieroglyphics, Paisley feathers and Ruptured mosaics Of my patchwork mountain
How much his Sable tinged, Hazel, salt lick skin Makes me cry
| I do whatever inspiration tells me to. |
:D
Hope it goes on like this.. pretty sure it will 
Peaceful
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If all other feelings fail me, I still have pain to know that I'm alive.
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Founder of #PlumeWorks
[link] Warbreaker, a published novel by Brandon Sanderson (I bought the hardcover after reading it online)
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Let all the dogs die like dirty dogs.
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If God isn't dead, then I'll kill him myself.
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