Battle cries are sounding The horses hooves are pounding Swords on shields are clamoring...
An old mysterious gypsy lady Lives in her ‘Vardo’ caravan I often call to visit her ...
When you feel the desire for eternity Take hold of you from above And when you long to be...
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The time that Humans are given,No Doctors or Nurses can possibly Extend, Regardless of any good...
Throughout the journey, in " The Dark " days, of bitter, and sometimes twisted, conflict he had learnt to...
The slippery slope of knowing O A widened window to slither in The hide and seek of glowing...
Gold dusts wet canvas--- travel through redclay canyons Lost Dutchman mine found
To stop the tearing at the flesh On my hands I trimmed my nails and bandaged them
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As old as the hills with no recollection of it’s birth the church and steeple stood...
Clinging amidst our clifftops on the craggy coastline Are castles and citadels so ...
Especially when giving cheeky badass blemished physiognomic reflection tricking me seeing...
the stallion heed's the air tonite listen it is near the moon is moaning mare..
Sad little flea Such burden For within Your engorged abdomen Lies his swollen left...
Castles with citadels cling onto the cliff tops Bulwark with bastilles with parapet support...
I’m just wondering when is one thought of as a local I’ve lived in my little town for over forty...
I stood ontop of the battlement amidst the citadel walls looking over the edge of the higher than hillocks...
I see them there, the brilliant stars Floating high in blackest void To glow with flying...
