

Our Dance of FlameSo we dance, a spark of imagination shared, our eyes bright and merry, our hearts pure, laughter fighting through where before none dared.Our Dance of Flame
I find myself trapped in the pull of your alure, like moth to flame I dance towards your warm embrace, a victim of my soul's betrayal, to which lies no cure.
Your spirit, your fire, is what I now chase, enthralled by your smile, mind, and heart, weaving ever closer, flames matching pace.
The spark bursts, we reel apart, lashing out blindly, seared by the flame, our words lacking power, driven by no art.
Now


Hidden AngelI see you.Hidden Angel
I see the hurt rolling off you in waves, feeling alone and betrayed. I see the misconceptions and misunderstandings that surround. I see that even you struggle to find yourself, confused and bleeding. I see the wings folded at your back, wings you don't even know you have.
I see you, and should you ever see me, see my misconceptions, see my struggles, see my bleeding wounds - If you ever see my own wings folded tight: then perhaps together we can learn to fly, heal our wounds in the warm breeze, and look upon the vast expanse of life before us.
Should your wings be broken and


Beyond the Bonds of TimeBeyond the Bonds of Time Exists Man a Moment a Motive so pure, it transcends reality.Beyond the Bonds of Time
An essence captured in the fiery depths of a beating heart gives rise to imagination, Beyond the Bonds of Time.
So come then, dance with the passion that swirls around chaos, throw back your head and howl out your joyous vibrations as the molten fire pounds through your veins.
Feel the formless flow of fervor as logic is replaced by ecstasy, the world ceases its revolution, and for a timeless instant you blink, realization comes:
Beyond the Bonds o


Tick Tock?Tick tock, tick tock, the clock no more to measure out time with a sound, instead content to sit and silently glow, as if containing chilling contempt that my restless eyes still roam its red reading. Perplexing.. Perhaps no longer longing to proudly parade through the parlor, instead silently slipping past us sad souls as we gaze, greedy to find the next time killer.Tick Tock?
So as I sit and stare, shit! Should it say six so soon? I woefully write my rant against the wearing of wicked weeks as time wages a war well past won, and words seem to slide through sleepless fingers frantically fighting for form. "Fruitless" I mutter as wind whi
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Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.
-Albert Einstein
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Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.
-Albert Einstein
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as a new door opens, we close the ones behind..
the story goes on without you..
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Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.
-Albert Einstein
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Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.
-Albert Einstein
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