

The Feather CurvesOne thing at a time, how they change What you love one minute The next, drives you insaneThe Feather Curves
Passion, sweet passion, promises and loves On the gifted wings of heaven above Delivers the joy you feel you don't deserve Washes away as the feather curves
Now present becomes past as you search Settling, meddling, where you know you shouldn't Dreaming of things often strange With images of a future that will never be
Chaos, dear chaos my friend Is the kind of love that knows these eyes A love that isn't kind A love that once touched leaves A p


Brand New Worlds"These are brand new worlds my son" he whispered half asleep "Forgotten are the realms of lore" he said with words broken "This is a house of lonely pillars, be an arch!" he commanded "Where is the medicine you promised child" he quit talkingBrand New Worlds
I read in a speech somewhere that the walls were bare of paint Marble gods are forever frozen in place trapped in their work Someone said that they stood alone, but at least they stood A gypsy spoke of a ghost that haunted themselves within a lurk
"The loneliest night wasn't the last or first" he whispered again "All the land was at its


The Forest of Our FatherWe, children are always children lost in the forest of our father The wilderness of our mind is more than we can stand at once Every branch, every berry, every thorn opens to clearings calmer Our nights are neither nights nor days but walls in the mazed fortThe Forest of Our Father
Love, what is that cursed agape phrase which ever plagues our spirit Do the mutinous thoughts appearing by the dozen hold some key Does the howl of the four legged beast at night know more than we it The scorn by those on tall long to be those lost to the gallows seat
Known to me is little now despite the passage of the endless
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Having abandoned the search for truth.........I am now looking for a good Fantasy.
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