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Wind-up

Magic sleeps. That is one of the most generally accepted, though perhaps not consciously acknowledged facts. Somedays, however, when the sun is right in the sky, when a slight breeze carries along the scent of honeysuckle, and the planets all align, when the morning dew sparkles like gems upon the ground and the birds begin…

Paradise barricaded

Oh, my love Give me a straw and I’d move the ocean Give me a box and I’ll catch you the stars Just give me a chance You deserve so much more Someone more than me Better, kinder, handsomer Someone I can’t be Yet you chose me Me among the masses, A sinner among the…

When gods Fall

He stood overlooking the city, His city, with His hands crisply clasped behind His back. In fact, everything about Him was crisp, from His $600 perfectly shined shoes to His just-pressed Italian suit. His face was clean, not even a razor could blemish His perfection. Zeus Andris was an entity, more than just a man,…

Perfection had not Perfect Birth

O silent night you hold a king Inside your cold embrace Yet while the angel’s praises ring Who looked at Jesus’ face? Would they have seen the Father’s love Reach down from heav’n divine And step down from sinless above Just to save the blind? Or was pain seen on God’s own son His holy…


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