I weave in and out of people’s lives like a ghost or a thief in the middle of the night, so, I take quietly to the mind, and the matters of the wind in my room, in abstractions, where the moving images become one, and from it a living mind, with a soul and a room of her own.
I take the glass grey the one with the dolphins, also the one I took from the liquor store at 13 — and pour, a whiskey sour. I follow the colors of the book every line, dash, I’m paying attention.
And to say the least I’m beginning to love this life this sigh of great relief; but when I burn my hair you will pay no attention.
He peeped out of his castle very frightened someone may call his name. He knew vice-versa they were afraid of him calling him venomous satan in snake skin. Saying he is the sinner of temptation hissing he nods that’s not
Worship and glorify Jesus With Praises and songs Praises to raise our voices To worship and sing songs To honor the Lord Awesome and glorious Beautiful and always the King Of our Salvation who watches Protecting the ones who look
The shrine of Madonna stood tall, The high king’s rapier fell down, not anymore was he the young prince, for he was devoid of all feelings. The shrine of Madonna stood strong, The high king’s blood washed the ivory pedestal,
I am Lucifer the Prince of daemons which I command like a bunch of minions, for with them I annex realms and subjects who are no more than heavenly rejects, distinct from Saints; the apples of God’s eye. In Eden’s
I heard sweet voices sing Fragrance of wild flowers in spring A thrown of gold for a King To watch His courtier dance and sing The Queen sits by His side Watching the fair maidens Trying to steal Her pride