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“A package for you Sir,” the delivery boy had
said on that lost blue summer afternoon.
He wasn’t expecting a
package. He wasn&..
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The existential monologue of a man on death row the night before his execution. He confesses to a priest, not what he did to be incarcerated but other..
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Flesh; it burns over a flame or under a sweaty lover. The
pain may be equal with each experience yet one is more desired. She burns in my
heart but ..
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Sway with the wind, but do not
let it carry you away.
Stand warm by the fire, but do
not let it burn your hand.
Swim on the sea but do not let..
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Inspired by the classic Swedish Horror film "The Hour of the Wolf"
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Sleep is the dragon I chase. Like a
junkie after a fix who will never get enough to satisfy. Death is the flavor in
my mouth when I dream. Leaves da..
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A king is he,
Of
royal line he is not.
Shall
we regress?
His tale of progress
To the roots of his royal climb
A moment in t..
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Into the wind; blown
Primal heart fire
burns alone
Love's vortex complete
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These are as me and I am as one,
the protector, a seed and a burning sun.
With fire for me familia I battle
thee oh foe resident of a sp..
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A
voice or some force of persuasion, beckoning me to stillness, to silence and to
peace, won over my actions and intentions. Following the suggestio..
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