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Well I can’t hold anything back now Not a damn thing back now Look at me dying here I can’t help hiding here There&rsquo..

Darling sing me a sweet song The sweetest song you can My day has been long We find our self’s alone again As my aggression re..

Dedicated to C.J. Cherryh and The Threads of Time

Dedicated to John Milton

Dust stirs as he sprints down the midnight autumn road He cries out why me not again As the raggedy mongrel nips at his heels Screaming what ..

For every brick that lies in place, It blocks the way to better things. With all its restrictions, Lifeless mortar is bound to be laid to wa..

Dear Daytona, Where did you go? My Daytona away from the race track and beach home’s, A place it seems not to many have seen. ..

Hate too cold for the flame to freeze, Lustfully gleaming, Inevitably bound to become anything. Much like a formidable murmuring, All ..

It starts with a single grain, Contemplating where to take everything, Seemingly hesitating to keep moving. Will the situation keep improv..

Did you find yourself? Missing in nowhere U.S.A.? No longer feeling safe? Is it the price you pay, Perhaps do to the games you play? ..