Death and dreams blend into fire of reaching hope Hole in the ground Takes But never gives Back a soul consumed
Fancy is making man of death hunger A sleep upon pyre of hates bleeding No place in wind coming Embers light in palette On a fire of souls Left burden Said done Last fade truth Faces Life
Death and dreams blend into fire of reaching hope Hole in the ground Takes But never gives Back a soul consumed
Hunger death of man making is fancy Bleeding hate of pyre upon sleep Coming wind in place no Palette in light embers Souls of fire on Done said Fade last Truth Faces Life
Death and dreams blend into fire of reaching hope Hole in the ground Takes But never gives Back a soul consumed
Life Faces truth Last fade Said done Left burden On fire of souls Embers light in palette No place in wind coming sleep upon pyre of hate bleeding Fancy is making man of death hunger
Death and dreams blend into fire of reaching hope Hole in the ground Takes But never gives Back a soul consumed
Life Faces Truth Fade last Done said Souls of fire on Palette in light embers Coming wind in place no Bleeding hate of pyre upon sleep Hunger death of man making is fancy
As the poet lives so does he die In words repeated On the marker On his Tomb beating
Crystal Reed thought she had met the perfect man. Instead she finds herself entangled in a web of obsessive love and dark secrets, a world that has become tainted by deception and treachery.
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
A search for the ghost of a chorus girl chorine haunting a costume designer’s Manhattan apartment leads to an encounter with an eccentric, mischievous witch with the ability to send folks back through time…in this case, the 1919 Ziegfeld Follies.
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This is an accomplished poetic task... "Open Ended Life" has depicted the inhumanitty of MANKIND.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU