Torment Of Tantalus

My Rose of seasons...forgive me.

Modern Poetry

A few weeks ago I believed poetry was dead, that only songs made enough sense and created enough beauty to be called poetry.

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,

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