And What of God?

All right...Here. We. Go.....INTRODUCTION:....I usually do not engage in discussions of this particular wavelength, if only for the large breadth needed to coherently create an answer&and my natural l...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Mar 2009 18:22:00 GMT

A Poem.

She, like love, is the sun to me.  When her bright light shines she brings death to my dark days.  As the sun, she warms me, and I wrap myself in the blankets of her words, her voice, her pr...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 08:32:00 GMT

Midnight Rant.

Have you ever been asleep dreaming...and trying to wake up...but you cant?  Sometimes that happens to me.  Sometimes, I am dreaming, and I know it...so I try to wake up...but its like I am f...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 21:53:00 GMT

THE QUEEN

She was the women who lived in threes My eyes spoke to me of Mystery And the woman that walked, silently Through the dark in between I could not see.   And part of her did live in Misery She tol...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 12:03:00 GMT

THE DREAMER

His thoughts are wild and free and his eyes are wide. He stands straight on long firm legs, but his feet do not touch the green grass which grows within the Earth. For he is Dream-Seer. And ...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 17:29:00 GMT

And He Wore A White Suit...

And so he wanders far and wide,too and fro the world's known ends.Wicked smiling with a grinSo was the man in white, pure sin? Kept intact by spider's skin,a suit he wore with weathered tracesof silky...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 13:25:00 GMT

Day at the Beach

Her hair was red as fiery flame amidst the shiny summer sands. Beautiful birds with wide wings and short necks flew softly. And clean and carefree waters whistled slowly to the lowlands. But I co...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 11:40:00 GMT

Ode of the Dreamer

Get your shirt O dreamer Its drowning in the rain You'll need to cloak your body To protect yourself from pain   And find your pants O dreamer Their lost within the mists You must walk within ...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 20:33:00 GMT

Her

I have to make you understand...:   I don't know how.  I know that I will stand in front of a crowd, nervous and slightly afraid, and I know that you will be wondering&what will I say what...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 20:23:00 GMT

Poetry

Midnight Dream So she lies in grace and perfection umatched, in her time a model of beuaty divine, with Her arms in her hands and legs curled, a dream in the mind of everyman. As her head points to th...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 08:48:00 GMT