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A window to the past The bright light goes off, a few stars before your eyes, a moment held in time, never again to grow old like mankind will. ..

I live under candlelight Too real, I stand beneath the candles, in the darkness of the night. I am in an arena, ghastly figures cheering for my..

Grand columns line the house, the moss covered trees, the bayou just beyond. Up the dirt paved driveway, through the gates and everything, torc..

just some nonsense that came to my mind.

I found this cool picture, now all I have to do is put a poem to it.

strictly fictional.

I was watching television the other day and got very sick of how many commercials there were.

I was sitting by the window reading, and really bored. So now it is a poem.

A sympathetic poem for a friend tragically lost.

my feeling towards the borders of this nation