Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
She fears the dark for then he comes from shadowed recesses a hastening; ragged breaths, fetid and vile, a flurry of wings death, a handsome beast her heart his nightly feast, alive yet not
Do you know my voice as it calls to you deep in the blue-black night? I’ve searched so long but you, ever elusive as shadows dancing on a sunny day, out of reach, out of sight.
“It is the burden of life to be many ages without seeing the end of time.”- Jim Harrison When hot young blood courses through our veins we never ponder there will be an end and then the fragility of life brings an epiphany
Cobble a melody with echoes of stones and bones a raucous music malady of haunting pounding tones.
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