Monday, February 2, 2009
Destine
Fate ‘You are a haughty bastard!’ Of the events, I shall not re-create left in the womb as shameless regard this child of a husband-less galley slave. Fate ‘You are a haughty bastard.’ Of the events, I see them in sate like flowing river water over stones un-turned; disregard for the events I now...
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Into The Noon Hour
Into the noon hour I shall ride my steed of gold For the night’s mare is left at dawn, I shall ride to the occasion. Is it not the frail who are left behind, their story untold? The sun seizes the day, forever keeping me in its hold For I balk at its power, seeking the noon hour of my persuasion....
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