theres a way startling sickness comes upon the body as bent back books unexpected broken binding or eyes too dry in winded channels looking over sea and in the case it sits beside you when you're blunt I advise you make a band around those bones to stop it bind pale chests as if protected ban a viral hunt from our stretched four o clock shadows wash skeletons clean so one may be superhuman superior to while-world weighted well-being purge our pathetic summons to bed give simple muscles agenda to flee ...
The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.” - J.R.R.Tolkien
Burning with hatred's incentive, his thoughts quite twisted with sins, corrupted his allies, inventive the only loyal one truly within.
A massacre of the unworthy, where goodness guilty becomes; yet unpretentious his curtsy before the world's doomed homes.
His mantle covers all currents, the might is still...
She begins in hope and her lines and pauses attribute their sense to the sheer steepness of her dreams.
A small walk and the search for the expanse is at her fingertips, for she is an ocean, and her wisdom is the sea.
Above her there is nothing.
For she stands atop the clouds and her eyes can see it all from there, miles and galaxies, one whisper after another, word and promise, and her burdens drop as she steps from bondage to freedom and the...
Some label the grave cold, dark, rigid, desolate - I am not one of them.
Vision-quest travels have impinged in me huge beauty, higher vitality, a permanent brightness of transience - it sticks like an aroma of home and cannot be unexperienced.
Easter’s meaning sweats my sensitivities: ‘O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?’ - notification of reality beyond mere hope paying no mind to vile church histories, perverted priests enslaving theologies and burned cathedrals.