

Ghost in Me"I am sorry for all of my thorns, a simple rose beneath the tree"Ghost in Me
A story of the one man who will always be in these hands giving me thee power over this art my gifts from his loving heart
A man who gave this wretched beast all of the goodness it can ever feast The soul to make the sharp thorns,
A rose, beautiful even after the storms
Always a proud spirit in the wind Now a ghost in me, a memory, determined The man who showed the greatest love to me, he will always be a step above
My apologies may never suffice All hope lost for my


ClockworkClockwork CreationClockwork
'Round and 'round following a path of desire Following day and night, light of the moon, and the sun's fire The ultimate essence of time, ruler of all elements Sitting in the shop of the forest behind the pickett fence A maker of time sits inside carving wood Running against his own creations, as fast as he could He puts together his final product With such passion to show his creation His hands and fingers show the passion with his marks He leads his work with his sacred carves
Clockwork Chaos
The Carpenter's creations all prove &n


Deadly DictationAll stand oblivious to what's in store Standing, living with only selfish fear The young, the old, the rich, the poor All denying the fateful coming year The time of fire and oblivion No one approaching the written pages A final age ends, scorched skies begin The rulers claiming to be smarter than all, sages The king wakes from his weariness Watching as we start our final war The great prophet's writing on the prescipice Finding recognition still fire centuries more His writing was by the hand of God his pictures by the coloring of angels Everyone has looked fDeadly Dictation
Wolf

GhostGhostGhost
What I feel continuously It is passion or prime?
Do I fear to feed The lingering of satisfaction?
Or is it simply repressed thoughts? Befuddled and growing
My throat is gurgling to spill contents of a tired mind I swallow sour, repudiated dreams
Dear Faith, Will any hand volunteer to caress bruised skin? Soothing an exhausted heart like a significant other?
Ghost of Efforts, I wish to feel the warmth of infatuation once more To become like the happy and undenied


Flustered FlourishingYou came away with my heart, Carried it off like a spindled dragonfly -Flustered Flourishing
Causing my awareness to be disoriented upon arrival.
The possessive honeysuckle seeks distinction, Hunching over lesser branches -
My throat is wrapped with its brittle chords,
Causing my awareness to be never verbal.
The chaotic Arbutus branches mindlessly, Motionless in its mangled glory -
My stomach mimics its gracious volume,
Causing my awareness to gurgle conspicuously.
Come back with the stolen seed, baffled pup So I can dig my own crumbling grave
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My inspiration goes its own ways, I just have to follow it the best I can.
Just dropping by to say thanks for the
I really appreciate the support
Thanks again and have a nice day
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Make Me Wonder What's The Meaning Of Life
-What's The Use To Be Born And Then Die??
Feel Free To View My Gallery
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Yes I am obsessed with Chevy Avalanches. There's no need to rub it in.
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~Jozi~
~Nice eh? Cowboy!~
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You only suffer as long as you want to!
Oh and by the way this is Matthew Hontz. HI DEVIN!
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A man is accepted into a church for what he believes and he is turned out for what he knows. - Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain)
~V~
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A man is accepted into a church for what he believes and he is turned out for what he knows. - Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain)
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