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yawn for placid

It was the 11th of September 2021. People had been unnerved for a while now due to the conflict of man. This morning was different, what appeared to be a solar system sized mouth had appeared in the sky,

Until There Is No Light

There was this man’s man, you know the sort, burly builder type. Anyway one night, aliens, I mean deep state in their Megaton ships, took him off for the op. He woke not remembering anything, with women’s

Gwendolen & The Gates Of Ren

Can you tell me You would sing to me On this lonely night Is it even inside you To bother or fight Is the mystical dreamer Just wasting their time Or are our hearts bereft Of the simplest of rhymes To

Make me happy today darling Make me happy today Make love in the meadow Drive our fears away Make love like the river Make love so divine Make love in the heather Make love in our minds Make me happy today

inside my own irrelevance I made up some kind of consequence that what I did and saw meant something real but always there behind the door and ogre blocks the way some more an ogre made of money and desire

standing shoulder to shoulder cause to cause indomitable spirits one and all break the dark hands back or fall we are all god and god is all nobody owns anything except their own existence

conversation, me and a wumanbeing...proporting to be from palestine...i think you can tell witch bits are me hello Good morning may the winds of creation make the dark hand uncomfortable sorry how are

when you were young I called you fish hiding under rocks poking your head out to feed when you grew I called you walker talker always asking questions and already knowing the answers when you grew in stature

many flowers

the human sat inside itself feeling uncomfortable the game was afoot with wickedness stars fell each time a new bloody truth was revealed bitterness was filling the worlds void like a rancid evil toffee

the most important beings are those who love it how it is and leave no trace other than word to mouth teachings

in a natural temple of clear spring water I washed my troubles away I floated on the sea of the infinite and stretched out roots into time many flowers is my name love my simple aim peace and heaven my

#whatuwaitingfor the title isn't their until its finished chopped they chopped me down they raped my soul and yet this struggle to me is nothing more than a wistful dream take it all you will lose break

this place is beautiful a holy open door this place is wondorous a heaven for each and all this place is water forever flowing pure this place is sacred alive forever more this place is joyous laughter

let the mystery become our history may we meet with our shadows divine let our peace and holy union only bring about goodness in time let history become our moments that settle like tears in the rain let

the sun drew me towards it with an infinite gaze lost in memories of love i embraced my true light as energies unbound filled me with tangled joy and wisdom as roots filling our earth in the tempered moment

beth was polishing her axe..weeks earlier the last of the great tress had been felled. emotions were at a limit to the extreme. the dark hand were overcoming the forces of light at every corner. their