My soul stands at the edge
Of insanity
Lost in the inner space
Of reality
Where words sing
Of true love’s endless passions.
Searching for the ecstasies
Drifting within the haven
My room possesses
Where shadows slink
Defying the light
That will eradicate
Their existence.
As I ride a vacuum
Towards the black hole
Of no return
I no longer fear
That which stands
On the other side
Rapping, rapping
On my sanity’s door.
You my gallant Angel
Have swung
Your flaming sword
In his direction
Chasing him
Into the battlefields
Of injustice
The reaper now must
Wait
For yet another day.
William, this is absolutely amazing..I love your boldness and light.
Very well written my friend, very well written!!!
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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Walt
Wait
For yet another day.
Glad to hear it, D'Artagnan!
Newfie Hugs, Rose
If you need help...I have a sword and can travel.
Peace.
Georg
Truly a brilliant piece!
Love Peace and hugssss....Morning Star
love,
Susan
God bless you. Kathy
Love,
annie
Love Tinka
Very well written my friend, very well written!!!
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Absolutely beautiful! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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