My Only Wish

I wish I had faith; I wish I could close my eyes and convince myself to trust what they say...

Wreckage

He kept returning to the wreckage, not because he liked it but because it was so strangely peaceful there. The worst had happened and life had gone on, the breeze still nagged

a welcome home

as the hypocrite talking head seeking re-election in 2012 tells us all that this empire (which continues to wield its sledge hammer upon the world) this “land of the free”

Hitch, 62

Christopher Eric Hitchens (13 April 1949 –15 December 2011) READ HIS BOOKS. WATCH HIS LECTURES & DEBATES. PASS THEM ON!

7th day pome

collision pome

The World's Bandit: Despair and Dishonesty

Why does that chap stay away from all other? What does have to hide? He acts like a foreigner, And just sets himself aside. He must be concealing something secret,

The Monster

I The wind whispered softly in her ear It was the most beautiful sound she was ever to hear The chiming of bells tinkle so lightly blown By a roar and a shake as the monster did moan

Willow Tree

Meet me beneath the weeping willow tree Let it sooth and rejuvenate our hearts Where it mourns the lost love of you and me Let us both hope we will get our new starts

Heaven

Slowly drifting towards the light, Safe from the freezing night, All pain is gone and at last I feel secure, The light is so intense yet such a simple lure Angels call to me from within

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