The long, lonely streets
of time –
manic and tragic
with chimes
with chimes beating in hearts,
that lead
to the bomb shelters of dreams.
Already merged in a long
mad
kiss of death
dawns and sunsets,
as Adam and Eve once did
before parting
to Paradise.
* * * Pre-war summer of booksellers. Time has passed, and a happy life has…
* * * Prediction as prayer - white magic rebellion over the madness of black…
Is it possible to know oneself to such depths where the light of knowledge of…
* * * Fraternisation of the Third Rome with the second Babylon-- Sodom and Gomorrah.…
Destiny, change the record. Our traitor boys have enough black things to do without you.…
How did it all start yesterday in Washington? Someone really wanted to trample and humiliate…