Theirs, is a rarity born of an unwavering likeness recognized by words which morphed into a shared religion spoken to each other in verse, haiku or prose yet always with a depth of truest affinity conversations of a lifetime done, by way of stanza rolling lovingly into stanza words that unite their understandings reassuring minds, bodies and souls that loneliness, now foreign would forever be
Straight Talk Live (The Dark Gallows, Step Into The Light Of Truth)
Now, what if I told you to close your eyes and tell me what you think of the rose. I will do the same as I explain what I feel. “The rose is breathing through the ambience of the wind. The two petals dancing to the melodies of the lake’s waves. I still feel its life even though it’s been uplifted from the ground. I give it life expectancy with my thoughts, feelings; the presence of the Rose within the bed of earth itself.” What would you have said?
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as...
You say I don’t understand… that your wickedness is the worst ever, the epitome of evil… that your arrogance and destructiveness can’t be forgiven, that I’m too pure to comprehend, and that’s why you can’t be real.
I just have to laugh. You have no idea how many ways inside my mind I have murdered you, cut you to pieces, and danced on your burnt bones. We all have demons, and I’m sorry, but yours aren’t special. They wreak their havoc (just like mine) and whisper the lie that they own you. But they do...