Fates wings are restless,

Her claws scratch and slowly burn.

Beautiful nightshade....

Ode to the spring Goddess

I want to get lost and find myself in you

Enraptured by your eyes,

Entrapped in your soft curls

And those sweet swirls eternal

Here we drew upon one another

Finding ourselves in each other

In fractal curves that entwine

Here, by the icy brook

There, by the sloughing stream

Amid the sinewy fibrous trees

Where the sweet touch of fragile earth

Plants a sacred k...

He sits in the shade. Hollow, crumpled and grinning. His head lowered on his chest, not revealing his eyes. His narrow face pale. His fingers long near petrified and thin. His skin, pale, his hair, oily, matted ,black as night, glistening in the half light; and from his mouth a light twisted sniggering cold laughter rises, as like a broken puppet he rises to his feet.

I stare into the half light. ...

I am ensouled with you

And

We are at the point of no return,

where chaos begins

and darkness -as a shroud- folds in upon us.

We are at a place

Where men stand as Gods,

And the Gods mock us

For our disregard and hypocrisy

They come for us,

With talons curled,

Yet howling we will stand

Firm...

All that glitters is not gold,

No;

It’s nothing more than dust.

For in its light the darkness

Shines

Into the hereafter....

The crowd looked up at me in awe, and I was speechless, it was as if I was standing in a room naked. I felt my heart sink and the room span, as I clenched the rostrum. What the fuck had happened? One minute I was in bed watching porn hub, the next moment here I am in a room full of strangers dressed in suits from the 1920s

“What happened next Dr Jung?” Asked a young woman in the front row.

I loo...

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Hello again dear brothers, I thought I would send a videsat message to-my dear friends outside the wall. I know it’s been long-ago since we nattered a bit, but I thought that you might like to hear from your old droog and catch-up on what’s been going-on-up-to and since I last ranted.

This time, there’s me, that is, as you know, Alex. But now I have f...

The lake, every night I’m drawn here. I close my eyes and I am here. On the platform looking out and down upon the water. And there, in the cold dark water that rests at my feet, I see her staring up at me.

I kneel and reach through cold water and then I’m grabbed. I see you grinning at me cruelly. I feel dragged down...

You are everything to me,and in everything I feel you:

From the whispering wind, to the kiss of soft rain; from the arms of sweet sunshine, to the dark brooding clouds

Your the soft call of birds, in the lapping of the seas, in the foxes in their den to the badgers in their burrows to the squirrels dray. You’re in the shadows of the silver moon, in the the quakes of sensual soft release.

You are...

Autumn was whispering. It blew down the streets in October gusts, ripping the rusted leaves from the trees. it kissed the paths and streets with November rain, and touched the houses of the old village of Wintershade, North Devon, with iced fingers. The old house rested alone and unkempt at the end of a dirt drive, surrounded by wise old stiff trees and hints of farewell in the air. Nikki Freema...