Fallible Gods mighty be thrown when the rumble stops they too be stone.
Kiss of death,it isn't a fear of life stampedbut a life smoked, barely catching the emberthe fire that's deniedsomething to lend purpose to lifethe journey ahead darkunknown days and terrain traversed.Will no light lead the way?Will know one else seek the breath,the one I hold, till life decides to bless,with it's hand held out for... Continue Reading →
For you, I'd change the world,back many moons, those unchained hay dayswhen we were young, not an ounce of weightupon these slim shoulders weighednor a map for the road, just the sky as it weredark, vast and sparklingunder whose influence we swayedlike young branches of now old treesbeside whom many a words were whisperedof promises... Continue Reading →
Can it be you can breathe firein place of air?Or touch the hot ice where ever it lay?Feel the still wind against your skin,or swim amongst the frozen waterlike it all made sense?Does the moon's rays reach you like a fireplace and the sun douse out the heat of the night? Do mockingbirds sing of disarrayor can... Continue Reading →