

O Grave There is Thy StingO Grave There is Thy Sting 28 Dec 2007O Grave There is Thy Sting
Grey fog rolls in chariots of sunlight, Pounding its misty hooves against the lush grass, Over the glistening flowers, Summiting the harsh monoliths with their voluminous encycolpedium Of a few lines, Eight numbers, And a name.
From life ye are made, And to life ye shall return, Five-star restaurant for invertebrates and flora, Rich with the wear of years, Brimming with the power unmatchable, The essence of vibrancy and eternal growth. While She, an ever-rushing river, stands still, As She tumbles on w


If ThenIf Then 28 Dec 2007If Then
In the Beginning ...
Does Darwin necessitate death As first principle? Sure, there is death, But death for life, I suppose. Of course, we don't like death; It's out of hour hands; Beyond our control; The ultimate unknown.
But, if we believe JesusYHWHAllahVishnu Has conquered death, In one form or another, There is nothing to fear. In fact, it could easily be said Religion tends to be all about death: We believe whatever we believe because Whomever it is we believe gives us an out On death.  


When the Words RunWhen the Words Run 26 Dec 2007When the Words Run
Dry pen and blank page speak of glory pass'd with absent Words a rasping whisper gasps of faded sight a
Once infinite muse now wastes away unmatched Her pow'r a figment shadow lost wraith now My wither'd tongue invalid thus e'er Sit I in dark nightmare vision Praying 'gainst heart wondr'ing if In terror of what may Become of me in Fear of what will Happ'n when the
Words run
Out.


Christmas CarolCHRISTMAS CAROL 25 Dec 2007Christmas Carol
The Ghost of Christmas Past Requiem for a Jolly Fat Man
I remember the day that the death of Santa Claus Was confirmed; He had been hanging on to what little spark was left, Clinging desperately to the fading glimmer of childhood glee, His distant "Ho ho ho!" a fading echo in the expanding horizons Of my adolescent mind. There had been, of course, skepticism on his health, For though he seemed o so jolly in his suit, His beard was getting a bit thin and scraggly, And his boots were starting to wear through, And Rudolph, one


The Toast"Here's to youth my good friends! Raise your glasses to anarchy and sin. Let our lips draw lust and envy. Drink my friends. Realize what we are Drink and realize what we let go "Here's to youth!''The Toast


neath five flushed peaks twinneath five flushed peaks twin past peninsulas two lie dunes in gold shore--neath five flushed peaks twin
go lord, journey there listen that you may hear-- myriad rills abound whoosh of winds resound pulse of life profound--
hear the scarlet voice-- voice of heart and soul present future past your true voice your sound-- listen, 'nd you shall hear--
You have some great works
Keep up the great work
--
~sphoenixee
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My web design site. I will make free (and good) websites for artists/writers/etc.
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