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A rusting windmill sets upon the high prairie ridge surrounded only by dry wild grass and dying weeds Connected to nothing, it spins in the summer breeze wind vane atop still directing the hot wind Its' watery purpose buried in the earth has long since depleted used up in a distant past for thirsty... Sign in to see full entry.

A man of little means nor education came upon a mansion of plenty He stopped at its' magnificent golden gate to admire the grand palace to imagine in wonder what must lie inside And appeared to him a small, helpless sparrow with crippled wing searching the barren ground for grain The man reached... Sign in to see full entry.

Might I step out onto my garden path of cobblestone and brick moon glow aplenty to illuminate my stroll I see the night dew glistening upon this path of stone The stars above must surely be in my company yet moons' brightest beams have hidden them from sight I come upon my sundial as it seeks to set... Sign in to see full entry.

And so we seek to write hoping to illuminate our dreams with words seeking to color some dark void that exist in our unconscious dreaming that we might inspire a reader unknown Copyright (c) 2008 Simplerider. All rights reserved. Sign in to see full entry.

Oh cold determined wind, riding in on a winters' dusk how you refuse to yield Demanding that I take notice of your strength determined to sway the majestic oak planted firmly in the earth insistent on hearing its' branches creak and crack Bear witness though, my frigid friend of season the mighty... Sign in to see full entry.

Played across fields of scorched earth, cold, unfeeling armor arises treading as great mechanized warriors Hidden, I lie silently in the fragmented earth hoping to survive in this crevice of soil It reeks of powder, and oil, and death I watch great flames of orange leap from barrels to distant... Sign in to see full entry.

Upon a day I was summoned through a lush, green valley I had walked a very long while and came upon a beautiful gentle stream drinking of its' sweet water And I became very tired such that I lay down in the cool grass to sleep I saw high upon a mountain lie a place of great truth And there were many... Sign in to see full entry.

Who calls at this dark midnight hour? Come closer that I might consider you I am a man of suspects my stronghold door opens not to any vagabond who seeks to enter Lo, what purpose have you in seeking me? I will defer your calling until the dawn reveals our day that I might truly see what I am facing... Sign in to see full entry.

Illuminated dreams in radiant, unfading colors Elevated expectations of passions that burn Wishes of love to be found Matters of the real world matter not Such are the hopes of young lovers Copyright (c) 2008 Simplerider. All rights reserved. Sign in to see full entry.

Some nights call quietly the rush of days' hard winter wind gone now rays of orange from a fiery dusk long since disappeared into space I hear the flight of geese distant They know to navigate, even in darkness looking for a promising field of green wheat on which to graze Robins appeared this day... Sign in to see full entry.