“Love is a residence for two souls; practically and progressively built upon a platform mystical.” -M

Wheat fields of fall. Crops and crows for hallowed domains. Strum and drum, dance for avarice. Robbed chants echo stone. Ritual of right to conquer by day and rest at night. Strewn with warriors, death

The delicate garments of your soul decorate the chambers of everywhere the wind swirls. Disasters not of natural but of diamonds and lava. A tempest of love, of unrest, of above. The realm of mortal where

“One’s persona is a veil of their true character yet mannerisms will flow through the veil as if a steady breeze of truth.” -M

“Time is a cage for the soul, love frees it” -M

In the seas of sadness the swirling ever lies as it smashes our brittle across the rocks and night. Forgive me please of neediness whirling forever high as it’s a tattered spittal of moss, mocks and fright.

A cauldron of despots is always stirred by the callously pious. -M

Full of the fever from every sun. The distance persists despite the fleeing from. Blue arcs of archaic bridges aggression. Pull the lever of selfs pound to raise another’s ton. Empty are the eyes of every

“Death is not the absence of time. It is a masquerading boundary that detracts from an endless existence. If there were no death, time would be relegated to a generalized point. Much like when two people

Love me in a another life. A path to an open field. Let it clear. Charging into brightness with no oaks that shadow. Parting with blood, the briar has drawn suffering into me. Pearls will scatter across

The raven chase the owl in a cold night. Wolf pelt moon and rope drum. Wolf in the wheat field flows fright. Sunrise medallion of lovers. Dance of wings fluttering in plight. Chaos isn’t plumb but it covers.

“Politics is raising your specific flag high while blaming the other person for blowing it.” -M

“Understanding is the ability to feel a unshared experience” -M

Pastel colors liberate the contemporary sky yet the same sun that brushes the clouds leaves my soul a night. Thus the hymn, ‘oh entity in dearest calamity searching for such leans upon the sturdiest insanity

“Trees may still fall on a road paved for success.” -M

“The clouds of discontent gather before chaos rains.” -M

The divisions and divides rupturing throughout humanity are not separations, they’re consumption. Chasms of chaos are the teeth marks of that which lies across the void. Death may destroy a soul but suffering

The stream flows from the height of your heart’s flights. Downward pouring about the lonely mountains. It hops about jagged and jumbled rocks that provide no substantial resistance. Over Sheer cliffs without

“Crying and laughing are the bookends in the volumes of human emotion. All thoughts and feelings are written in between them. The maniacal laughter and wails of sorrow. The breath robbing rhythm of hysterical

“Ne'er has, nor ever will a casket be constructed that can contain hate or love. They are two streams that exist beyond all borders and beliefs.” -M