Gord

2014-03-13 12:00 am

No choir of angels come,
this victory feels meaningless.
I leave her behind, I favour to run,
they know not, nothing important,
of mocking the birds,
or humming at bees,
of hitting your son, wife,
or your daughter or anyone else,
anyone if the father pleaseed.

Gord

2014-03-13 12:00 am

A clasp of green.
A feel alive again today.
My high is here to stay,
No Evergreen, Nor pine mine is.
EUCALYPTUS 
I found the fabled forest,
Large enough to raise my kin in.

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-13 12:00 am

From 'MOONSTONE'

 (Prelude.)

 I have a secret.
 I am the last of my race.

 We existed in peace and harmony,
 For many eons of millennia.

 Even before the first formation
 Of the Order of Jedi Knights.

 Then the Emperor ordered
 The testing of the Death Star.

 The rest is history......