This is very refreshing to read after some of the other stuff I've been reviewing.
Mysterious line, “Walking through time Thinking of you
Interesting too, “Taunt spectators No longer awed By Ethereal mysteries” and “the familiar stranger”
There’s a part there near the middle that’s a little bit preachy, but not over the top
Amazing idea of silver rains making its way into the Milky Way
“Seven colors of time” - wow, what the heck is that, the words carry a powerful essence
The whole thing is almost like a long haiku, even if haikus are supposed to be short
The last lines are great. I feel the same way wholeheartedly, trying to get back to the source, myself, ourselves, etc
I get the feeling that you are really searching through many layers of philosophy and religion and reflections of all sort, like a vessel riding waves of it all, making its way, or drifting towards a worthy destination and answers we already know deep down
A distinct but near torrent of words and emotions until,
' Selling the nation’s youth - Danger that’s not danger ~ Exposing breasts ~ Not meant to nourish ~ Her flesh calls me ~ With eyes that dare me ~ To ~ Not be human.. '
where the mood alters. In that area thought appears to detour and somehow veil the meaning of the whole. Yet, you then return to the near mythical quite beautiful emotional needs and thoughts again. Almost like two chains of thought that went bump in the night.
This is very refreshing to read after some of the other stuff I've been reviewing.
Mysterious line, “Walking through time Thinking of you
Interesting too, “Taunt spectators No longer awed By Ethereal mysteries” and “the familiar stranger”
There’s a part there near the middle that’s a little bit preachy, but not over the top
Amazing idea of silver rains making its way into the Milky Way
“Seven colors of time” - wow, what the heck is that, the words carry a powerful essence
The whole thing is almost like a long haiku, even if haikus are supposed to be short
The last lines are great. I feel the same way wholeheartedly, trying to get back to the source, myself, ourselves, etc
I get the feeling that you are really searching through many layers of philosophy and religion and reflections of all sort, like a vessel riding waves of it all, making its way, or drifting towards a worthy destination and answers we already know deep down
Hi. I'm the author of A BULLET FOR TWO, THE COLOR OF DREAMS and THE SUN LOVES EVERY PLANET. A BULLET FOR TWO won a NABE Pinnacle Book Achievement Award in the Western Category Fall 2011. THE SUN LOVES.. more..