Against shadows and hoards whispering minor chords listening to your breath of Frankincense and Myrrh rising to your Kismet touch by the light of the world, I cannot see for here I am and there you are rising to your Kismet
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Our Musings category focuses on speculation, reflection and deep thought, covering everything from self-contemplation to humorous views on life in general.
This is the place to submit your thoughts on spiritual matters or philosophical subjects and to share your feelings on any topics you’ve ever pondered or wondered about.
A portrait of Autumn with golden crisp Autumn leaves and aging whiskey of wispy winds falling leaves of purple and gold from a barren branch holding its breath of cinnamon-scented mist and aging whiskey
To think, I am a little bit quirky listening to the night winds blow a whimsical bellow of twilight prose from my maddening shrilling quill unacceptable kernels of succotash only because of the raven's chill entering my mind's dark sanctum listening to th...
Love grows fonderaddicted to the rainas rainbows reigntouched by wonderas I ponderhere come the tea leavesand God's symphonyof strings in shadowswith peace over mebringing me to my kneeswith your loveand tear castlesaddicted to the rainand umbrellas of pa...
Dawn can never happenwithout a tomorrowraining down red-eye gravyand biscuits soppingthe prodigal eggsremembering thosewho have diedin foreign wars
At a distance heard from the silence an echo weeping beyond the words from the lily fields bordering the hills sowing seeds of loneliness revealed as a breath falls on a stone of sleep where my angel cries at a distance heard
I have felt the rain in fields of sheaves. I have lost the buttons on my sleeves. I have counted the staves of the corn and watched the stubble coat the moon. Warding off the raven's breath as the seasons change. Remaining as a sentinel between seeds of c...
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In the twilight, little blue pony with hushed breath now faded to memories whispering to curios from a Jack in the Box carrying me on your shoulders in the twilight, little blue pony whispering to curios
Playing dead doesn't fit twilight's imagination as the winds blow through me as a spirit following my soul and saves the night waiting for sunlight admitting the angels giving me flowers
In all of my dreamsof ghost riderson wheelsfollowed by a sparrowcresting a hilland then they fadeinto a different realmof the ignis fatuusfollowed by a sparrowon my sister's big wheel
A piquant pied piper in woodswith music, soft and sweet as the woods grew greenpiper chant, children danced a verse beyond, autumn risingin the night, stars not hiddenexploring the human experience
As you traversethrough twilightwill you wish it adieu?Listening to the bellswhere twilight dwelland trees that swing.Over horizona sparkling brimof twilight dreamingand blue denim.With almost a whisperand God at the doorwith twilight's eucharistwill you w...
Dreaming the moment born of this poet's melancholy away from the crowd a living breath that moves with a voice of silence in raptures of you holding the dream in a silken cloth of crystal flowers folded into wings finding my pillow full of dreams like a s...
Dripping from your eyesblue ice dimmingdark in eternal sleepdreaming twilight blue rosea dark blue rose that riseas trees of leaves weepthrough lonely corridorsto fill the shadow in my heartof memories