RagingFlora

Have I Ever Told You About The Mountain Without Mist? It Stood Tall And Magnificent, Terrible Like God's Fist! Yes, I've Heard Of It Before, And It's Ego All Consuming. Fire And Ice In It's Belly Brew, On Earth, Forever Looming!

Dark Heat Emanates From Her In Silence, Blood of Several Demons on Her Hand and Flame. Her Eyes Golden Shards Shine With Defiance, To All Good and Right In The World, She Has Claim. Be Born Again The Children Cry, Beelzebub Will Be Neither Legend Nor Lore. The Maleful Ones, Their Time Is Nigh, Helpless They Yearn For Death At Your Door. 

He Is Round, White, Cold and Sometimes Blue, Frozen But Feels Fiery. Reflects Like A Mirror, Just a Little Askew, Frosty But Shines Ivory. Just Like The Earth It Can Grip, If You Dare To Dream To Land. Once A Month Gives Us The Slip, Freckled, A Wasteland, Unmanned. A Woman Tells The Tale Of Such A Man, Changes Mood, Every Day, For 30 Days. She Has Deciphered His Big Bad Plan, Of Untidy Tides and Frosty Haze. There Are Tales Of His Feelings For The Peace Dove, A Story Every Night In The Sky For Show. The Queen Confessed That For Knowing Such Love, Beware The Unknown But DON'T LET IT GO !!!! 

I'm A Civilized, Cultured Hobbit, Though I Live Inside A Hole, Its clean and calm and cozy, Neither Sheltering A Mutt Nor A Mole. I'm A Hobbit Of Hobbiton, A Took, Not Merely The Baggins Breed, Yet My Feet Have An Itch, I Rub Them Clean , Again And Again Indeed. The Wizard Says They Are Too Clean, They Shine Like Elf-made Starlight, It's Time They Found Some Dirt Again, An Adventure Again, And I Just Might. All I Have Now, Is A Chest Of Gold, Comfort And A Lot Of Daily Chores, And This Is What Has Caused The Itch, For Relief, I Journey To The Undying Shores.

We Can't Remember The Sins, For There, Are None, We Just Remember The Punishment And the places, on whose name those vile creatures had contrived new ways of cruelty, cried out. The places of Concentration Camps. "Our land has forever been undone. The scourge and poison is not earth deep, it is forever stuck in this particular space of this particular dimension inside that particle they call The STRING. And it shall remain so even when all is COLD and STILL and SILENT."

The floating sea in my head wanders towards the clouds but dreams of muddy floors, And ponders about average times, spent in a faraway land of accustomed sorrow, That time of hell was better than this unsure purgatory, Yet I know that just like FIRE, This time of ICE too shall find its way into the Annals of History The One I'll cherish forever.

When it rained blood on the stage She was standing on straw, white clothes black scarf Was it the winter or just the night ? Oh what a sight What I witnessed, What I saw A sinnerman standing at the shore Jerking her scarf away I think to myself Let him have the scarf Without it she would be white alone Pure, pure, pure But she held onto it as if in the cloth resided a heart Not hers but someone’s who was dearier to her than herself And the sinnerman looked at her And his eyes beheld love And I looked at the waters And saw the reflection of the same love But whose eyes were these mimicking the sinnerman’s? And I looked to the shores again Ah the dawning of the senses She loved him Because where there is love there is not the abundance of righteous things And so I walk away As there is no power of man that could turn their wills into water A Water which is dubious and specked with shades of grey For both had the other in mind Even if...